Sylvia Plath, the figs on a tree
Oh all of the branches have something for me
They're looking at me
You only get one, that's all you're allowed
One tragic, remarkable race to the clouds
But if it were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can't figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
My heart is a window and you are the glass
I'm looking out, I'm looking back
Looking past, oh
But written on paper you look like a dream
And everyone loves you 'cause you're like a dream
But if this were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
Oh now's not the time
I'm making plans I'll never see
'Cause all of the branches have something
For me
Kelsey Arsenault - Branches Lyrics
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Sylvia Plath, the figs on a tree
Oh all of the branches have something for me
They're looking at me
You only get one, that's all you're allowed
One tragic, remarkable race to the clouds
But if it were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can't figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
My heart is a window and you are the glass
I'm looking out, I'm looking back
Looking past, oh
But written on paper you look like a dream
And everyone loves you 'cause you're like a dream
But if this were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
Oh now's not the time
I'm making plans I'll never see
'Cause all of the branches have something
For me
Oh all of the branches have something for me
They're looking at me
You only get one, that's all you're allowed
One tragic, remarkable race to the clouds
But if it were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can't figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
My heart is a window and you are the glass
I'm looking out, I'm looking back
Looking past, oh
But written on paper you look like a dream
And everyone loves you 'cause you're like a dream
But if this were my choice to make
I'd play it on your old piano
You'd make us a drink
'Till I can figure it out
Who makes the call, who draws the line
Who's telling my heart that now's not the time
Oh now's not the time
I'm making plans I'll never see
'Cause all of the branches have something
For me
Writer: Kelsey Arsenault
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid