Ben Christophers

The Drinking Tree

Ben Christophers


There's a hiss from the highway 
Snakes her hips into everybody's ears 
Don't think i've heard silence for years 
And i could have sworn i saw you 
Walking down the cobbled stones 
Beneath the leaning trees yesterday 

I know you sailed away some time ago 
But we come here to listen to you comfort us 
With your lullaby 

Underneath the drinking tree 
We sail away with our friends 
The cemetery is alive tonight 
The disappeared the gruesome and the strays 
We are invisible ink 
As beautiful as you now 

There's a sound in your voice 
There's a place in your everlasting words 
Yet i don't have a clear belief 
Yet i could have sworn i heard you sing to me 
From my headphones deep into my head like pill 

We listen closely