Leaving

My bed is a sweet thing, I'll wait to be cold Withering leaves soften my soul So many colours and they're all the same They're just covered and just different shades Who did I used to be Before the changing leaves Who did I want to be Before you met me You've been here for a million days Wrapped in each other a million ways How many times will the wind scare me Bitten by cold you're the snow the wind carries Who did I used to be Before the changing leaves Who did I want to be Before you met me I'm blowing away But you're here by my side I'm blowing away But you're here by my side Who did I used to be Before the changing leaves Who did I want to be Before you met me Who did I use to be Before the changing leaves Who did I want to be Before you met me