Текст песни Tree That Grows in Paris - Daniel James McFadyen

The train is gone, the ships are sailing
The pearly gates are swinging closed
You've a got a chance to make it big kid
The water's cold, they're throwing stones
And I said
When I go don't take me up to heaven
Just leave my soul I'll give what I've been getting and
Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay next to the mausoleum
Won't you make me the cliffs that line the island
The big waves break and i'll just sit in silence
Won't you make me the last line of the poem
You can read me allowed but they won't know what you're sayin
Just don't take me when I've done all that I needed
I've spent my breath
Oh father let me take it from here
I don't need wings, I don't need glory
Won't you get those lights out of my eyes
I've heard your songs, I've heard your stories
Forever's way too long of a time time time
So when I go don't take me up to heaven
Just leave my soul i'll give what I've been getting
I'll thank the cast I've had enough of judgement
Just feel my heart it's warmer when you touch it

Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum
Won't you make me the cliffs that line the island
The big waves break hell i'll just sit in silence
Won't you make me the last line of the poem
You can read me allowed but they won't know what you're sayin
Just don't take me when I've done all that I needed
I've spent my breath
Oh father let me take it from here
So sweetheart, I love it when you miss me but
It's too hard to love you when I know that we are
Lost stars looking for a purpose
When our bones start shaking
Our bones start shaking
Won't ya
Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum
Won't you make me the cliffs that line the island
The big waves break, hell i'll just sit in silence
Make me the first breath of a baby
In her mother's eyes I'll find a truer meaning
Just don't take me when I've done all that I needed
I've spent my breath
Oh father let me take it from here
(Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum)
Oh father let me take it from here
(Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum)
Oh father let me take it from here
((Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum)
Oh father let me take it from here
(Make me a tree that grows in Paris
Where the old bricks lay, next to the mausoleum)