Текст песни Poison Tree - The Milk Carton Kids

The steam above the water rises through the air
All I wants to touch it, feel it on my skin
Follow in it's motion, travel where it's been

I'm a little man, in a little town
It's a little cold, I'm a little down
I get a little angry, a little bit each day
A little while longer, we'll dig a little grave

The stitches of my pocket fray upon the seam
My truest secrets spilled over my heart beat
A frail little drop of the poison tree

I'm a little man, in a little town
It's a little cold, and I'm a little down
I get a little angry, a little bit each day
A little while longer, we'll dig a little grave