red dry leaves falling off   sound of breeze sting your soul   I don’t know if I am sure   but I am now shaking hands      I don’t care if I were you   reclined faces turned down   I don’t care if I were you   tiny feets are on the ground      far down      red dry leaves falling off   it rains and trees are growing out   find my ways out of it   you took my hands and we’re off to run      I don’t care if I were you   reclined faces turned down   I don’t care if I were you   tiny feets are on the ground      far down      it’s going out…   a silent shout…   I don’t know…   it’s going low…      I have nearly   lost my awareness      it’s going out…   a silent shout…      and it saves me   out of nowhere