8 Stops 7 Leaves In September
autums creeping up
there across the lot
stands a tree alone
but content to know
its leaves are still intact
clinging to each branch
holding onto the fear of being naked
its a shame, that you wont be here
to know this, everything that's changed
and its a shame
that you wont be here
to see this building take its place
its a shame you wont be around to hear us all
recite your name
in the distance rows of waving timber
fight back the change
blowing side to side, in september
all the leavse that fall we remember
blowing side to side, in september
all the leaves that fall, we remember
this thickened air
is stealing all my rights to breath
oh, my back bone grows weaker than
a scarecrow with no wings
in the cold, soon we'll know
what a tragedy is
in the distance rows are waving timber
fight back the wind
blowing side to side, in september
all the leaves taht fall we remember
blowing side to side in september
all the leaves that fall we remember
a shadowing
I am not what it brings
but the weight of it all
makes it hard too quickly
find answers ask no questions
the wind brings out suggestions
and leaves are deep impressions
a tragedy...
blowing side to side, in september
all the leaves that fall, we remember
blowing side to side, in september
all the leaves that fall, we remember
we remember
we remember
we remember
oh, we remember
we remember
