the leaves will fall and so will you   when you do bury me under them too   seconds pass, we'll make it through   eventually we all go home   it won't be long   it won't be long      we walk along the wire tied between horizons you close your eyes like it's nothing at all throughout the rise   and fall, everything, everything changes I will be here when you die.      it won't be long until we find our way home.      did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died?   did the violins swell circles under your eyes?   did you play the part straight like a march?   or get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling...   did the drums in the street make the people dance   or fall to their knees as the sound   knocked the leaves from the trees?   when they fall from the branch they looked beautiful   as they hung in the air.   spinning around.   did you float in the air?   spinning around?      there must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night   and the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light   where the sky's always clear and the summer never ends...   won't you take me there?      the leaves will fall and so will you   when you do bury me under them too   seconds pass, we'll make it through   eventually we are all going home.