He says he wants to buy a metal shade
Which they'll never collide
She fills the room with dark blades of grass
That she couldn't revive

The plastic trees
On a winter's end

The plastic trees
On a winter's end

The plastic trees of the wasted time
On a winter's end are fading her mind (fading her mind)

The crucifix on the liquor's blue
Hits the comforting of a transparent life

What twenty years at last will give
She can't make him stop
Just twenty years at last will give
He knows she will

She's filtering the pastor's truth
He's fingering with her feelings' glue
But the frequency could make 'em stop
(This knot is standin' still)
But the frequency could make 'em stop
Just twenty years at last will give
She can't make him stop
She can't make him stop (this knot is standin' still)
She's filtering the pastor's truth
He's fingering with her feelings' glue
But the frequency could make 'em stop