I took an air-rifle, shot a Magpie to the ground   And it died without a sound   Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves   And no-one saw us but the trees      Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   Produce the air that I am breathing   Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   They never said that you were leaving      I carved your name with a heart just up above   Now swollen, distorted, unrecognizable like our love   The smell of leaf mold and the sweetness of decay   Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today      Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   Produce the air that I am breathing   Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   They never said that you were leaving      You try to shape the world   To what you want the world to be   Carving your name a thousand times   Won't bring you back to me      Oh no, no, I might as well go   And tell it to the trees      Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   Produce the air that I am breathing   Yeah, the trees, those useless trees   They never said that you were leaving      Go and tell it to the trees, yeah   Go and tell it to the trees, yeah   Go and tell it to the trees, yeah   Go and tell it to the trees, yeah   Go and tell it to the trees, yeah