Pull My Hair
Don't look back until you've tried
A line so openly a lie
'Outside of you, it's just tomorrow starting'
I've said I'm wrong when I've been right
I've seen times when I've been sure but still I find
I'm just the first that you take
Are there reasons everybody pays
They never seem to be any use
It's just tomorrow starting
Don't look back until you've tried
With time you'll endlessly arrive
Outside of use
With just tomorrow starting
See my eyes tell me I'm not lying
I'm just the first that you take
Are there reasons everybody pays
T
A Thousand Trees
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when I'm overhearing elder
ladies as the rumours start to fly you can
hear them in the school yard scrap yard
chip shop phone box in the pool hall at
the shoe store every corner turned around
it started with a school girl who was
running running home to her mam and
dad told them she was playing in the
change room of her local football side they
said tell us again so she told them again
they said tell us the truth they found it hard
to believe cause he taught our steve he
even trained me taught uncle john who's
father of three
but it only takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
only takes one match to burn
a thousand trees
thousand trees
you see it in the class room in the
swimming pool where the matchstick men
are made at the scouts hall at the football
where the wise we trust are paid they all
honour his name he did a lot for the game
he got his name knocked up above the
sports ground gates but now they are
ripping them down stamping the ground
picture gathers dust behind the bar in the
lounge it takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
only takes one match to burn
a thousand trees
thousand
wake up and smell the rain shake up he's
back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday
his growing seeds don't believe why he's
been away in the school yard change room
playing fields bathroom phone box office
blocks corner turned around they keep
doubting the flame tossing the blame got
his name knocked up above the sports
ground gates but now they're
ripping them down stamping the ground
picture gathers dust in the bar in the
lounge it takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
it only takes one match to burn
A thousand trees
thousand trees