Lincoln Durham - d**h lyrics

The leaf, it flutters…flutters…fluttering, trembling…still fluttering. It clings, it claws, it keeps…it keeps to the branch. It keeps fluttering. The wind, it howls, it blows…it howls at the tree. It’s bellowing. You are the wind that blows. I am the leaf that’s now falling. You’re the d**h of me; a beckoning into insanity. You’re the d**h of me. You pull my puppet-strings to the will of thee. You’re the d**h of me. We are such feeble things…such feeble little things, feebly gasping. We breathe a breath…we breathe…we gasp for the breath that’s so fleeting. I am the one who breathes, who is pleading once more to breathe. You are my breath. You are my last. You are the d**h of me. You’re the d**h of me; a beckoning into insanity. You’re the d**h of me. You pull my puppet-strings to the will of thee. You’re the d**h of me…d**h of me…d**h of me. The wind, it howls…it blows…it howls at the tree. It’s bellowing. You are the wind that blows. I am the leaf that’s now falling.