All the leaves are withering and the truth comes out of their skin Some words just really don’t rhyme but I attempt to all the time I’ve got nowhere to hide So I’ll stay right by your side to create some sympathy while the words begin to frail
and the notes, they erase themselves I’ve seen the sheets disappearing in the flames I’m slowly moving, slowly moving backwards Trying to catch the last shedded leaves that are sinking to the ground