Zedhead
Swervedriver
Frost-bitten evergreen the stars they form a tree
I'm walkin' backwards so the leaves can spill on me
Five lives are ordered
And there's fifty lives to tell
Bodies escapin' from the tolling of the bell
There's people talkin' to me what is there to say?
I'm talkin' backwards so the voices fade away
Fly my bed Fly my bed Fly my . . .
Frost-bitten evergreen, the stars they form a tree
I'm walkin' backwards so the leaves can spill on me
Five lives are ordered
And there's fifty lives to tell
Bodies escapin' from the tolling of the bell
There's people talkin' to me what is there to say? I'm
talkin' backwards so the voices fade away Fly my bed
Fly my bed Fly my bed