The leaves came down when you walked by them all year round   The trees fall at your feet   Southbound birds and winter bees are soldiers   In the army all good souls they do surround me   And our lives mountains come under attack   When the trade winds blow, rivers dry change   Direction that is all they know it’s predetermined   A life span shakes the hard skeletons and newborns   Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes on   I don’t care if it happens in Argentina yeah   Or way up north off the coast of Norway on an island   With no name there are no survivors all the same, no telephones   Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes crazy   We’re all in line, your blood will tell you when it’s time to   Turn down your sword this not a warriors war   But the news just gets distracting   Our love keeps on reacting all the time   Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes crazy all the time   For you and I someone has to die for you and I