Imperial Railway
fog and timber
The sparrow sang to the tree
I need a place to sleep
All my friends are dead from the cold
You can stay but not for long
Iâve caught wind that the loggers want me gone
Cut down to paper to have lyrics scribbled on
But I see. I see..
The purpose of you and me. The purpose of you and me.
Iâve spent years on the earth
My roots push far through the dirt
So when youâre done cut me down
I was buried but now Iâm found
Cut me down. Cut me down
I know. I knowâ¦
That Iâve been dead for long. That Iâve been dead for long
Iâve spent years on the earth
My roots push far through the dirt
So when youâre done cut me down
I was buried but now Iâm found
Cut me down. Cut me down