Sunday morning, skeleton tree
Nothing is for free
You're laying in, in the window
Nothing is for free, nothing is for free
Falling leaves thrown against the sky
The jittery TV by the bed
Glowing white like fire

And I call out the window down to the sea
The echo comes back empty and nothing is for free
And I call out the window "Jesus was a liar and a thief"

My skeleton tree pressed against the sky
A jittery TV on a narrow bed
Glowing white like fire

And I call out the window down to the sea
The echo comes back empty and nothing is for free
And I call out the window to the skeleton tree