I could be a bottle in a tree
she would not know, she would not see
I could be a fire rising in the sea
she would not know, she would not see
Behind these eyes, it all looks the same to me
Behind these eyes it's all the same
There's a light in me, she says to the tree
she would not know, she would not see
In my lady's hands, she holds a troubled plan
to hang a noose...
I hope she hangs it loose
Behind these eyes, it all looks the same to me
Behind these eyes it's all the same
Tear down the trouble tree
Tear down the trouble tree
Tear down the trouble tree
