So maybe everything will be the same as it always is
Grey and dead
The leafs falling off
Hitting the roof of my shed
The autumn colored lies
Only began to speak to me last night
So when you turn off the lights
Will you make sure I’ve not gone blind
So maybe everything will be the same as it always is
Grey and dead
The leafs falling off
Hitting the roof of my shed
The autumn colored lies
Only began to speak to me last night
So when you turn off the lights
Will you make sure I’ve not gone blind