In the fall we burn the leaves That had started in her garden Before it moved to her head My mom is asking where I hid the knives What do you want them for? The answer is in her eyes I don't want her to hurt anymore Sun shines through the empty trees While this old and little bird sings "would you care for me?" And always asking where I've hid the knives Well I know what you want them for Your ghost would break my heart And I don't want her to hurt anymore I don't want her to hurt anymore