Screaming in the Trees

We met on mutual ground

But you avoided my gaze

Until I lost your face

In the next morning's hazeYou're shoes could've woken up the whole street

They drowned out the birds, screaming in the trees

We sat down on the stone stairs

And I watched the scars on your kneesWe met on mutual ground

You fell out of your dress

This bar's not open late enough

So let's go home and make a messThey smiled and left the room

To leave us with more space

But we stayed where we were

And just had a drink to the chase

Songwriters

Aidan Moffat, Malcolm MiddletonPublished by

Lyrics © Domino Publishing