Just catching leaves on an afternoon Hoping desperately for our luck to improve She said “it's not far away” But on the ground, the leaves they lay
We'd spent a mourning, bowed our heads Remembered those who'd left us, dead And as the sun turned night to day A single trumpet began to play
Floating, weightlessly free Flashes of amber that light up the breeze Nothing to fault us, do what we please Just a pair in the wind trying to catch leaves
An empty house on a quiet street Memories formed beneath our feet Descending stairs into the gloom Adolescent shadows cast onto the room
Floating, weightlessly free Flashes of amber that light up the breeze Nothing to fault us, do what we please Just a pair in the wind, just trying to catch leaves
Leaning in to take better aim The black falls; it's the end of our gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
