Falling leaves at the turn of the season, trees becoming see-through
You could get up and leave before
Coffee in the morning but I'll beg you not to
As my eyes grow heavy, my body grows light
And If just for the night, if it's alright,
I want you to stay the whole night through
I ain't nothin' special, just another tangerine on a tree
I trip over my own feet with the laces tied, but I've come to realize
That the Garden of Eden is not so sweet
Without your eyes and the heels on your feet
You could be another tangerine on a tree hanging next to me
Sticking out like a sore thumb, oh,
How easy this story could be to write
If you stay the whole night you could see
