Between The Trees — Ass Ponys

As you sleep between the trees I lay above you dreaming

And in my bed amidst the leaves I can barely here you screaming

And all the things that frighten me are circling in the air

Its no surprise theyre telling me that its raining everywhere

As you sleep between the trees the apples have been falling

And as I turn toward the breeze I can hear your mother calling

And all the things that frighten me get tangled in my hair

Its no surprise theyre telling me that its raining everywhere

As you sleep between the trees I lay above you dreaming