i'm not asking you

in the field you stood a tree · your head was up, your mind a puppet show · and in the street you marched ahead · your eyes were closed, your heart a trumpet blow · i’m not asking you to believe in me · soaked and oaked and aged in steel · bled by bugs and still you’re pure appeal · but what has come to fill your lungs · what chirp, what trill become your only thrill · i’m not asking you to believe in me · sing to save your soul, sign the waiver · i’m not asking you to believe in me