The autumn breathes __ high in the city
Changing the leaves understanding to pity
Out in the open you're following ghosts
Just like the sound of your voice i fear to mention
Following trees from the root to the country
How easy it seems for the new air to push me
At night in the warm gra** you're lying undone
I realize the gift of your choice
I'm fine with nothing
You took the time to distort all my questions
Lead me away from the isles ___
Presently speaking, nothing means more
Than watching us all fall apart
The autumn breathes empty/ending