Killer Trees

Fast asleep, fast awake, they reach down so they can shake me
 In their arms, in their hair, fast enough to disappear
 Fruit of the spirit on the trees, milk and honey in the breeze
 So much I can't hold it in, love is running down my chin
 Get me out, cut me down, get me out
 As often as you take this sip, locks around your fingertips
 Tied up in the weeping leaves, do this and remember me
 I can't find him for the trees
 I think they'll get there before me
 Now they've got him by the hair
 The prince is hanging in mid air
 Get him out, cut him down, get him out
 Three times through the beating heart
 This is how things fall apart
 Guess I thought I saw you smile
 Tell the kind I'll be a while
 I can't find him for the trees
 Milk and honey in the breeze
 So much I can't hold it in
 Love is running down my chin
 Get me out, cut me down, get me out