(Part One)

When you look in the forest
Lay the trees
No one knew
How they were there

But all of us
Had a guess
And it all was
About withering

So while no one
Could know
What the answer
Truly was

We all took a
Gander at them
On the ground
Withered trees

(Part Two)

When they realized
He wouldn't survive
They went to call/fall (?)
Upon the court
Back to the scarecrow
After it withered away
People could not believe it
So they round up the hay (?)

That one scarecrow
Became a million others
But the only thing
Each one is one of a kind

Back to that hotel
In my mind
It shut down
When all the light went out

(Part Three)

And to this forest
Slowly decaying
All these withered trees
I don't even know how many

So look over here, this grave of trees
And this forest just conceals them all
Look at this graveyard
Of withered trees
Withered trees
Withered trees