there's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by
to the devil on the roadside
there's an angel envious to mystery
like young leaves
like young leaves
there's a void begging desperate as a lie
for us to make it feel alive
and waiting on the world to lend a spirit
truly free and fragile as young leaves
there's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole
like a thousand stories begging not to go untold
but that in the light is a hidden dream
for our shallow lives to be appeased
by nothing more than young leaves
to the devil on the roadside
there's an angel envious to mystery
like young leaves
like young leaves
there's a void begging desperate as a lie
for us to make it feel alive
and waiting on the world to lend a spirit
truly free and fragile as young leaves
there's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole
like a thousand stories begging not to go untold
but that in the light is a hidden dream
for our shallow lives to be appeased
by nothing more than young leaves