Skeleton Tree

Sunday morning, skeleton tree Oh, nothing is for free In the window, a candle Well, maybe you can see Fallen leaves thrown across the sky A jittery TV Glowing white like fire Nothing is for free I called out, I called out Right across the sea But the echo comes back in, dear And nothing is for free Sunday morning, skeleton tree Pressed against the sky The jittery TV Glowing white like fire And I called out, I called out Right across the sea I called out, I called out That nothing is for free And it's alright now And it's alright now And it's alright now