Texty: Tegan and Sara. Under Feet Like Ours. Our Trees.

There is mass confusion in the forest
I heard it on the radio and they're bringing in some guy
And he is gonna go on about all the things he don't know

And there's some girl in the background
Screaming something about missing trees
And I'm wondering where did they go

No lines on the highway
No passing they say
No green to my left
And no green to my right

And the man behind the axe always gets a full meal
'Cause green never puts up much of a fight
So here's some helpful hints some breath assured pints

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space
And death comes quickly
So we pull up to our double car garage hideaways
And we start to say

Where did all the trees go?
They moved across the street to grow
Where did all the trees go?
Does anyone know

Where did all the lights come from?
They say you're big before you're small
I'm sure glad I don't know it all
If the trees could be lions

Would they still fall and be tagged?
Would they refuse to surrender, refuse to be gagged?
If the trees had a mother and a father like mine
Would they stand up say praise the trees?

The trees will be fine wake me up from this dream
And tell me things aren't as bad as they seem
And tell me is it so not cool to say
Who will save the trees? Will it be me?