All the leaves are withering   and the truth comes out of their skin   Some words just really don’t rhyme   but I attempt to all the time   I’ve got nowhere to hide   So I’ll stay right by your side   to create some sympathy   while the words begin to frail      and the notes, they erase themselves   I’ve seen the sheets disappearing in the flames   I’m slowly moving,   slowly moving,   slowly moving   backwards   Trying to catch the,   Trying to catch the,   Trying to catch the   last shedded leaves   that are sinking to the ground      As I’m falling into the deep