Parasitic Songtext
von Tribes of the City

My willow is dry now
It used to have leaves
Glimmering, shimmering, whispering
It once stood much taller
With wide shady branches
You used to climb
Recovering memories
After a flood
You say it′s not the time


But now my feet
Slip down the drying trunk
Maybe you're just
A parasitic plant

Being bound to the ground
Has never been in my nature
You′re probably right
Could that be out of fear
Should I try to explain it
You say it's not the time
How on earth am I
Supposed to reach you
I know it's not the time

Now my feet slip down the drying trunk
Maybe you′re just a parasitic plant