| Song | Heart Carved Tree |
| Artist | Knapsack |
| Album | Day Three of My New Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window | |
| I told a friend about a friend who said I'm wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell | |
| I held the hand but couldn't stop the broken glass from coming too close | |
| We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow | |
| We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I‘m wrong yeah what does he know | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell |
| I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window | |
| I told a friend about a friend who said I' m wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I' m wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell | |
| I held the hand but couldn' t stop the broken glass from coming too close | |
| We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow | |
| We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I' m wrong yeah what does he know | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell |
| I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window | |
| I told a friend about a friend who said I' m wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I' m wrong yeah what does he know? | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell | |
| I held the hand but couldn' t stop the broken glass from coming too close | |
| We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow | |
| We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own | |
| I told a friend about a friend | |
| He said I' m wrong yeah what does he know | |
| And the sound of all of this was so appealing | |
| So simple in the secrets we were told | |
| I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell |