John And Mary - Piles Of Dead Leaves lyrics

(John Lombardo/Mary Ramsey) Piles of dead leaves, warm wind blowing crabapple trees Hands to the sky, eye at the keyhole on bended bare knees Lying face down, small eyes glancing room all around Dark at the stairs, the warm wind blowing breath through hair Without a home alone Suffering and not saying so That lesser souls will never see me Turning back again and again I went my way, looking around at scars on the ground You went your way, naming the stars, the stairs, the shells, the trees Mud in our toes, the red rocks glowing in the glistening stream and catching raindrops few Iridescence in the haze The colours twisting in and out The crunch the creek the crackle the crow And you on your way to school Me sitting all alone Playing with the dusty things Waiting for the hall clock's chime to ring We were two, just two you, you, you, you And everything we did so far Lightning bugs in canning jars Rocks and rings and funny things Ashes, ashes we all fall down Late Sunday night, there on the table package from you Woolen bright socks, stripes and dots of burgundy blues Soles have been worn playing around in different towns Sometimes when I sleep The sounds from the window they bring me on back When we went away dancing in the rain I was splashing you here, everywhere you And you on your way to school, me sitting home alone Rocks and rings and funny things in our boxes all away I collected more than you, went fishing, this and that with you Rocks and rings and funny things all around you