Dead Tree

Here is some water for the dead tree... I see your reflection in the dirty water... Dreames and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky Passionate red The one I loved so much... Ideals being sweeter than candy are just ideals
No one wants the present Point your finger Goodbye I feel loue on my for head at gunpoint Even the child the red coat swallows hers tears as she faces reality
Why ? Why ? Over and Over It will never heal Why ? Why ? Over and Over My dead heart... Love, tenderness, freedom and peace