In the fir tree days, I was on your back
I had no shoes back then, you picked up the slack
And spirit guides were pulling me limb from limb
I said a prayer for you, so you wanted to stay
We would eat the birds we caught that evening
In the wild days
And in the nighttime, we sat by the fireside
Nothing to think of, but I want to survive
And spirit guides were kept on the inside
They carved their symbols into my eyes
They told me you were leaving in my dreaming
I thought that I had time
But then you left that day with a big suitcase
Just like a city boy who made a disgusted face
And the spirit guides were all going silent
I hoped the dark would stay under your fingernails
I hope that there are trees outside your window
I hope you'll come back some day, mhm