these leaves change
and yet we remain
still deranged
and out of range

and these tears drip
down, to our lips
and the taste of it
makes us lose our grip

and these things i say
will make you run away
but please just stay
this is our day

we bottle up our dreams
and tear out the seams
that hold all feeling
and sense of meaning

and i hold your heart
like precious art
from the start
and through the dark

and these things i say
will make you run away
but please just stay
this is our day

and then i'll ease
just to please
this heart i cease
throughout changing leaves