Swing Tree
(Rostam) If I was a boy at sea
I would be swinging from a broken tree
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens
You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes
When I hear that wind and I think of Spring
Underneath an open window a carved out sign and
often I would fight with my mind
(Wes) Saltwater brine where you hung your crown
When you washed your eyes in last night's tea
I thought you might come out from the dream to find that
(Rostam) Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme
that I burned for six days in the sun
'til I heard the distant sound of drums
(Wes) Oh the queen had come and the King had died
and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes
and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes
(Rostam) Before I go I've got to run, down the street to the market cove where I could
find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree
No white skies or red sunlight
In the saltwater brine
My forehead burned but I closed my eyes
Whoa. Now you've got to go.
If I was a boy...
I would be swinging from a broken tree
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens
You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes
When I hear that wind and I think of Spring
Underneath an open window a carved out sign and
often I would fight with my mind
(Wes) Saltwater brine where you hung your crown
When you washed your eyes in last night's tea
I thought you might come out from the dream to find that
(Rostam) Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme
that I burned for six days in the sun
'til I heard the distant sound of drums
(Wes) Oh the queen had come and the King had died
and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes
and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes
(Rostam) Before I go I've got to run, down the street to the market cove where I could
find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree
No white skies or red sunlight
In the saltwater brine
My forehead burned but I closed my eyes
Whoa. Now you've got to go.
If I was a boy...
Credits
Writer(s): Rostam Batmanglij, Wesley Richard Miles
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