Poor thing, so young so grim
a dowser's wand
moored to hurt
in her something stirred
destiny's one chance got away
got handed along by those dread hands

sure thing, you cannot win
nor understand
why you're steered by fear
how there's no one there in your stead
whole world unimpressed
wasting their time on those daft brags

the winds scatter us
fir trees dance polka
we're the shadows on the gallows mound
night's rest by your virtue
say good night fir trees

Poor thing, so young so grim
a dowser's wand
moored to hurt
in her something stirred
destiny's one chance got away
got handed along by those dread hands

the winds scatter us
fir trees dance polka
we're the shadows on the gallows mound
night's rest by your virtue
say good night fir trees
leaves land on your doorstep
say good night fir trees
night's rest through your verdict
say good night fir trees
say good night