Oh The Great Pine! Oh The Sad Truth... Songtext

Broken traps and tree sap surrounding all we've ever known, it's all we know how to grow up from our roots.
I know exactly what you're thinking, good thing we're armed to the pulp...

Know that I've been nothing but sorry for...
Know that I've been nothing but sorry for you.

I still believe in ghosts and living after this, I know it's hard to believe me...
I'll collect the sun, weathered and unbranched.

We're feeling sick and helpless as we hear them from afar, we're not alone with these ghosts beneath our homes.