Alive
The baseboard's painted white
Let's fall asleep (we're tired)
The seasons (they're dire)
They're fleeting
Your auburn hair goes grey
Just meet me there (the doorway)
Intrigues me (but I see)
Things clearly
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Leave me
With nothing at all
Nothing at all
Leave
The trees
They change
We fall
In place
The leaves
From red
Have turned
To grey
This time that we've all lost
Is gone but not forgotten
Engraved within our thoughts
We weaved the hurt we're caught in
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Leave me
With nothing at all
Nothing at all
Leave
Leave me with
No
Thing
Darn.
