red dry leaves falling off
sound of breeze sting your soul
I don’t know if I am sure
but I am now shaking hands
I don’t care if I were you
reclined faces turned down
I don’t care if I were you
tiny feets are on the ground
far down
red dry leaves falling off
it rains and trees are growing out
find my ways out of it
you took my hands and we’re off to run
I don’t care if I were you
reclined faces turned down
I don’t care if I were you
tiny feets are on the ground
far down
it’s going out…
a silent shout…
I don’t know…
it’s going low…
I have nearly
lost my awareness
it’s going out…
a silent shout…
and it saves me
out of nowhere