trees are turning, leaves are blowing thru the hair i just shaved and i find myself thinking about you cause it's hard to tell what's goin on i can barely read you when you're open and now closed you are
nothing mattered, all i wanted was a happy ending but we got there a little too soon and this complicated fabrication of your journey to yourself has left our lovelight no room
and it's hard to tell what's goin on i can barely read you when you're open and now closed you are yeah it's hard to tell what's goin on i can barely read you when you're open and now closed you are
trees are turning, leaves are blowing thru the hair i just shaved and i find myself thinking about you
violet morning following shadows of the hell we both made but i'm feeling more steady without you and i seem to hear you in my mind i been talking to you like you're right here ever how closed you are
and it's hard to tell what's goin on i been it's hard to tell it's hard to tell what's goin on i been it's hard to tell
and it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell and it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell