Pupil: She talks to trees

She parks her head upon her shoulder
She turns the key that locks the door
We’re not much warmer not much colder
She talks to trees and i keep fading

I’m not used to, was she playing
Can i use you, what’s she saying
What’s she saying, what’s she saying

She keeps a fire inside her folder
She will not tolerate delay
We’re not much wiser noty much bolder
She finds degrees and i keep fading

I’m not used to, was she playing
Can i use you, what’s she saying
What’s she saying, what’s she saying
What’s she saying

She knows me
She owns me
Live in the row