the leaves will fall and so will you
when you do bury me under them, too
seconds pass, I'll make it through
eventually we'll all go home
it wont be long (x2)
I'll leave here for good. He's been waiting.
Seven months left 'til they bring home our baby.
He swore he was paying for school.
They shipped him over. Now he studders on the fine lines.
He swore he would follow his conscience.
The daughter only follows his orders instead.
When he shoots, he sings a song.
He doesn't know that she's been singing it too.
it wont be long
it wont be long till we find our way home
We walk along the wall, tied between horizons
you close your eyes like it's nothing at all
Throughout the rise and fall everything, everything
changes
I will be here when you die
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died?
Did violins swell those circles under your eyes?
Did you play the part straight like a march,
or get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling?
Did the drums in the street make the people dance?
Or fall to their knees from the sound?
Knock the leaves from the trees and fall from the branch;
they were beautiful as they hung in the air
spinning around
did you follow me...
spinning around.
There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night
the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light
Where the skies always clear and the summer never ends
wont you take me there?
The leaves will fall and so will you
when you do bury me under them too
seconds pass, well make it through
eventually, we all are going home
when you do bury me under them, too
seconds pass, I'll make it through
eventually we'll all go home
it wont be long (x2)
I'll leave here for good. He's been waiting.
Seven months left 'til they bring home our baby.
He swore he was paying for school.
They shipped him over. Now he studders on the fine lines.
He swore he would follow his conscience.
The daughter only follows his orders instead.
When he shoots, he sings a song.
He doesn't know that she's been singing it too.
it wont be long
it wont be long till we find our way home
We walk along the wall, tied between horizons
you close your eyes like it's nothing at all
Throughout the rise and fall everything, everything
changes
I will be here when you die
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died?
Did violins swell those circles under your eyes?
Did you play the part straight like a march,
or get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling?
Did the drums in the street make the people dance?
Or fall to their knees from the sound?
Knock the leaves from the trees and fall from the branch;
they were beautiful as they hung in the air
spinning around
did you follow me...
spinning around.
There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night
the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light
Where the skies always clear and the summer never ends
wont you take me there?
The leaves will fall and so will you
when you do bury me under them too
seconds pass, well make it through
eventually, we all are going home