Laburnums from Giamena by Tsirko

I'm in a grove full of trees
I'm looking for one that might support me

Hung from laburnum trees
Til' my face turns green as laburnum leaves
On the velvet dawn of a new romance
A chance that happens... once a year
But I'm still here
And I probably will be by next February

Hung from laburnum trees
Til' my face turns green as laburnum leaves
Bled like a newlywed
I don't know what's in my head
But it's not me
Fully unfazed, he vanishes in the haze

Under every stream
Tangling roots seem to ensnare me
But somehow there's comfort there
Somehow I feel the ocean's care
And the ground's not so bad
If you've been sitting there
For so many years

All you're wearing is a velvet gown
That's starting to turn white
In your simple rage you look into the light
Just hold my hand, I swear you'll understand

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