Lauren O'Connell - From Chambers, Slow

There's a tree in my yard and it killed all the other plants
And showed no remorse
But even nature's a bitch and that bitch is gonna take her course

It dominates the yard and it doesn't seem right
It played out like that
But you won't hear me complain 'cos it don't look bad

Would you trust your life
To traffic lights
And strangers' hands
Near every night?
I'll sing in time
With the crashing cars
And all sounds that carry
To my front yard
And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me

If I were a ghost, I'd fuck with everybody I know
Shake the walls on each house
And each attic above so keep your ear to the ground

I'd carve "hello" into the rafter with a bent up fork
So you can read it next time
You go up there to push something out of sight and mind

Bullets may fly
From chambers, slow
But straight and steady
So still they go
And weave around
Houses and trees
In search of you
In search of me
And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me