There is a man who grows up in a land
where everymen is made to think like they rest
He can´t understand what is wrong with his mind
Afraid of the dark he´s alone in his shell ´cause he is shy...
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
He is at the point of surrender for life
´cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
September...my life is crawling
Remember...my grave is in the sea
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
September...my life is crawling
Remember...my grave is in the sea
where everymen is made to think like they rest
He can´t understand what is wrong with his mind
Afraid of the dark he´s alone in his shell ´cause he is shy...
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
He is at the point of surrender for life
´cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
September...my life is crawling
Remember...my grave is in the sea
October...the leaves are falling
Who knows where...can I find my own tree
September...my life is crawling
Remember...my grave is in the sea