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Silvio Vinci · Wednesday · 5 min

Black Trees

BLACK TREES [Verse 1] Black trees leaning on the moon, silver shadows fill the room. Someone left the window wide, someone whispered from outside. I saw the river lose its name, I saw the night forget the rain. And every road I thought I knew turned into another shade of blue. [Chorus] Black trees, standing where the daylight ends. Black trees, waiting like forgotten friends. Don’t ask me where I’ve been, don’t ask me what I’ve seen— the sky was burning quietly behind the black trees. [Instrumental] Rhodes / Hammond — slow groove Guitar enters, distant and sustained [Verse 2] Cold stars sleeping in the glass, watching all the hours pass. A broken radio somewhere keeps talking to an empty chair. Maybe time is only smoke, maybe God forgot the joke. Maybe we were never here— just reflections disappearing. [Bridge – spoken / whispered] There was a light… I remember that. Before the branches covered everything. Before the silence learned my name. [Long Instrumental Section] Bass groove / Rhodes / Hammond / guitar solo [Final Chorus] Black trees, moving underneath the sun. Black trees, tell me what we have become. No beginning, no release, only shadows growing leaves. Black trees… Black trees… [Outro – whispered] And somewhere behind them, the morning is still waiting.

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BLACK TREES

[Verse 1]
Black trees leaning on the moon,
silver shadows fill the room.
Someone left the window wide,
someone whispered from outside.

I saw the river lose its name,
I saw the night forget the rain.
And every road I thought I knew
turned into another shade of blue.

[Chorus]
Black trees,
standing where the daylight ends.
Black trees,
waiting like forgotten friends.

Don’t ask me where I’ve been,
don’t ask me what I’ve seen—
the sky was burning quietly
behind the black trees.

[Instrumental]
Rhodes / Hammond — slow groove
Guitar enters, distant and sustained

[Verse 2]
Cold stars sleeping in the glass,
watching all the hours pass.
A broken radio somewhere
keeps talking to an empty chair.

Maybe time is only smoke,
maybe God forgot the joke.
Maybe we were never here—
just reflections disappearing.

[Bridge – spoken / whispered]
There was a light…
I remember that.

Before the branches covered everything.

Before the silence learned my name.

[Long Instrumental Section]
Bass groove / Rhodes / Hammond / guitar solo

[Final Chorus]
Black trees,
moving underneath the sun.
Black trees,
tell me what we have become.

No beginning,
no release,
only shadows
growing leaves.

Black trees…

Black trees…

[Outro – whispered]
And somewhere behind them,
the morning is still waiting.

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