As the leaves fall onto the ground,
The sun setting as the moon rises,
Seeing you makes the flowers around
Bloom, the sun stays up for ages.

When drinking hot coca by the
Fire, I hear the jay birds singing:
The ups and downs, and doing yoga.
This fades. At least I was not acting.

Hearing our song, was like a stab in
The heart, hearing those vultures words.
I learned to prescribe myself gin
Before I believe another buzzards.

I will never be victorious
Compare to you. You won the war boy
And the battle, too bad for us.
Losing you is a bittersweet joy.

And when the sun stays up for ages,
And hearing those jay birds sing around
Makes only those vulture words noises
As the leaves fall onto the ground.