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Lyrics:

Trees will make a forest, trees will make a bow.
These are all the harder, words you have to know.
If everyone's a structure, where their own savior sits.
Then I'm a little red house, but no one's living in it.

Cars are little blood cells, we are oxygen.
City is the airways, suburbs appendages.
She was feeling lonely, tired of the hive.
Rented out a family, and he bought a bride.
Bought a bride.
Bought a bride.
Bought a bride.

Little cities' names are written on the maps.
They tied her up and laid her on the train tracks.

Where are all the seedlings, we grew for violins?
Down in Jersey lumber, still in prosthetic limbs.
Should've been a soldier, I could've fought and died.
There's no revolution, so I bought a bride.
Bought a bride.
Bought a bride.
Bought a bride.

Coming down the aisle while the horns play 'taps'.
They tied her up and laid her on the train tracks.

If somehow I was new and everything was unsaid.
I'd go and buy a hammer, never sing again.

Sleeping on a stairway, dreamt I had a boat.
Sailed it out the harbor, shot it full of holes.
Folded up my prayer book, I couldn't see the lines.
Drowning in a kelp bed,
I bought a bride. (less info)