FRUITLESS TREES

Closet lesbian well you’re so out of reach No matter how close, how close you are to me Is that why you let me come inside? And try to light me up like that ‘cause you didn’t even have a light It was so damn dark in here Tell me what do you see? Pretty mama what do you see? Inside my, my mountain center Feeling, on the surface of my hand When I touch your body, (Mmm) feels nice It’s a mystery, locked inside time Sweet lovely singing saint, how wish I could have [?] been me But I’m stuck on the undertow of reality Somеthing like a grain of dirt, on a windy beach Surrounded by wild bluе sea, in the far out reach Of my mind, no one sees It gets hard, believe you me Your sweet illusions, especially Keep me squandering under a fruitless tree Enchanting blue bird, way up in the big old tree Everybody just loves when you sing In the misty pink morning But when I come around You leave me hanging on the ground T\ell me what do you see Pretty bird what do you see Weighing in your demon eyes Maybe someday I realize But I doubt it, (Mmm) I feel signs It’s a mystery, locked inside time I won’t call it mine It’s lost inside time