the black under your fingernails is a surefire sign that things are going well your mind's alive again i'm left behind again i'm left behind
i watched your shadow wander off and i thought about the things i might have changed i looked around for someplace somewhere i i could place the blame
and all those things all those things that you promised me have fallen down like the leaves falling from the trees and i have found it's so hard, it's so hard to believe, believe in you
you mutter underneath your breath and say the fall was not your fault i said i am not made of stone i feel all of those words you throw around yeah i feel them all
just the other day i saw you walking in the railway station you gave a nod and tipped your hat i guess you though that that would be enough well it's not enough
and all those things..
feel it let it blow ya round, let it get ya down if it does
i spent a week or two hidden away inside the pages of my books and in my coffee cups old letters strewn around across my bed (yeah i read them through a couple of times)
and i thought about it, i fought about it i cried till i was sick about it and i woke up in the morning with a pain behind my eyes and in my head
and all those things all those things that you promised me have fallen down like the leaves falling from the trees and i have found it's so hard, it's so hard to believe, believe in you