Three Golden Trees

You carried me up and over the water

In a white dress covered in rust

And I folded into your shoulders

All through the flood

There were three golden trees over Beulah

And three new graves in the sun

We sat together on the horizon

There was so much we lost

And I hang on your footsteps

And I speak your name

Are you really the same person?

Are you really the same person?

Who would treat me this way?

Welcome to the end of our trust

If you must, if you must

Oh, welcome to the end of our trust

If you must, if you must

I never wanted to show you

All those things

I was tired, and getting over

Long seasons of rain

And who are you

To take yourself away?

Are you really the same person?

I can't believe you're the same person

Who would treat me this way?

Welcome to the end of our trust

If you must, if you must

Oh

Welcome to the end of our trust

If you must, if you must

If you must, if you must