Plane Trees
[Verse 1: Omar Apollo]
How could we be dying?
If we're lying down
Underneath this tree
Giving life to withered leaves
[Pre-Chorus: Omar Apollo]
With our words
And how we breathe
We still breathe
[Chorus: Omar Apollo & Mustafa]
Slow, so slow
Our presence (So present)
Made the ground glow
Slow (So slow), so slow
Our presence
Made the ground glow
[Verse 2: Omar Apollo]
How could we be smiling?
How could we if we're upside down
Hanging from our knees?
Stretch our arms (Stretch our arms)
Never speak
[Pre-Chorus: Omar Apollo]
With our words (With our words)
And how we breathe (How we breathe)
We still breathe (We still breathe)
Ahhhhhh-yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Omar Apollo]
Slow (Slow), so slow (Slow)
Our presence
Made the ground glow
[Bridge: Mustafa]
How many hours 'til the sky is yours again?
Your open arms will open doors again
What is a friend?
We're laying on the ground until we feel the graves beneath us
And what stays between us
Are the worlds we look to that will never reach us
[Outro: Mustafa]
Slow, so slow
All that we give makes this ground too cold
Slow, so slow
All that we give makes this ground too cold
How could we be dying?
If we're lying down
Underneath this tree
Giving life to withered leaves
[Pre-Chorus: Omar Apollo]
With our words
And how we breathe
We still breathe
[Chorus: Omar Apollo & Mustafa]
Slow, so slow
Our presence (So present)
Made the ground glow
Slow (So slow), so slow
Our presence
Made the ground glow
[Verse 2: Omar Apollo]
How could we be smiling?
How could we if we're upside down
Hanging from our knees?
Stretch our arms (Stretch our arms)
Never speak
[Pre-Chorus: Omar Apollo]
With our words (With our words)
And how we breathe (How we breathe)
We still breathe (We still breathe)
Ahhhhhh-yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Omar Apollo]
Slow (Slow), so slow (Slow)
Our presence
Made the ground glow
[Bridge: Mustafa]
How many hours 'til the sky is yours again?
Your open arms will open doors again
What is a friend?
We're laying on the ground until we feel the graves beneath us
And what stays between us
Are the worlds we look to that will never reach us
[Outro: Mustafa]
Slow, so slow
All that we give makes this ground too cold
Slow, so slow
All that we give makes this ground too cold