The Samples - The Tree Outside lyrics

Somewhere in the sky it's harvest time Looking at the things I've left behind Crow is singing in the reckled (sp?) light In the back of his mind something's right Whisper in my ear, tell me this That the branch is getting thin I can see the stop just up one more mile It's coming 'round the bend Leaves are crunching underneath the feet Cold is on the face, red with heat Bring yourself inside, face the fire Cold is out there now, frozen wire See you standing here on the bay Wind blows your hair, your eyes they're glazed And I thought I could come down Stare into the water, see your face again Or I could climb the tree outside your house