All the leaves hitting the ground
Yet no one hears a sound
They’re all slowly dying
But everyone thinks of them as flying
Why does everyone look around with gleaming eyes
When it’s a never-ending cycle of disguise after disguise
All the leaves hitting the ground
Yet no one hears a sound
They’re all slowly dying
But everyone thinks of them as flying
Why does everyone look around with gleaming eyes
When it’s a never-ending cycle of disguise after disguise
