I got a will to run to the woodlandBut nowhere to runSomebody went and chopped it all downFor some sick idea of funThe graceful treesHave all been dead for yearsThere’s nothing left nowExcept a load of metal and antsAnd so I climbed the top of the mountainAnd I saw you hereThe last remaining tree in the worldMajestic and austereI took my shirtAnd placed it round the rotting leavesI felt so cold and frightenedBut it was worth it to help a treeAnd when the forest smellsIt smells of violenceAnd when the forest feelsIt feels a lot like youAnd when the forest hearsIt hears the silenceI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youAnd so I took the rest of my clothes offAnd I hugged the treeAnd I began to kiss it a lotRather lasciviouslyThe twigs and barkGot in all my hair and teethAt least it’s betterThan kissing insects, petrol and rustAnd when the forest smellsIt smells of violenceAnd when the forest feelsIt feels a piece of meAnd when the forest looksIt sees me nakedI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youTill I met youFarewell all the trees and hedgerowsThey slip awayAll the blessed woodland creaturesAll blown awayAll the lovely cobbled housesAll swept awayAll the monkeys, dogs and cheetahsWhat am I gonna hump?And when the forest smellsIt smells of wastelandsAnd when the tigers drinkThey drink the dolphin’s tearsAnd when the planet runsIt’s run by bastardsI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youTill I met you
I got a will to run to the woodlandBut nowhere to runSomebody went and chopped it all downFor some sick idea of funThe graceful treesHave all been dead for yearsThere’s nothing left nowExcept a load of metal and antsAnd so I climbed the top of the mountainAnd I saw you hereThe last remaining tree in the worldMajestic and austereI took my shirtAnd placed it round the rotting leavesI felt so cold and frightenedBut it was worth it to help a treeAnd when the forest smellsIt smells of violenceAnd when the forest feelsIt feels a lot like youAnd when the forest hearsIt hears the silenceI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youAnd so I took the rest of my clothes offAnd I hugged the treeAnd I began to kiss it a lotRather lasciviouslyThe twigs and barkGot in all my hair and teethAt least it’s betterThan kissing insects, petrol and rustAnd when the forest smellsIt smells of violenceAnd when the forest feelsIt feels a piece of meAnd when the forest looksIt sees me nakedI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youTill I met youFarewell all the trees and hedgerowsThey slip awayAll the blessed woodland creaturesAll blown awayAll the lovely cobbled housesAll swept awayAll the monkeys, dogs and cheetahsWhat am I gonna hump?And when the forest smellsIt smells of wastelandsAnd when the tigers drinkThey drink the dolphin’s tearsAnd when the planet runsIt’s run by bastardsI never felt the pain of the woodTill I met youTill I met youTill I met you