there was a silver tree
down by a river wide
that's where we would go
to hang our pretty things
and watch the wind blow
there used to be a tree
where we took our pretty things
we'd hook them by a thread
golden egg lipstick and feathers
pieces of glass, chandelier baubles
and empty bottles of wine
and watch the light shine through i'm afraid to forget you i am remembering you
you were sparkling
