Carbon copy aftertaste The taste of lips so delicate Stop the click and watch the room Sitting pretty in full bloom Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that the pills won't kill Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that the pills won't kill Hold your breath, this is the part ♪ That I've been waiting for Words spill out in front of you On your bedroom floor Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that the pills won't kill Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that the pills won't kill I sat beneath the burning tree I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I could I sat beneath the burning tree I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I could I never gave my world away ♪ Maybe I should, maybe I could I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I would I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I could I sat beneath the burning tree I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I could I sat beneath the burning tree The burning tree, the burning tree