Is it the fever?

Is it the love I leave with her when she's the leaver?

Is fall the falling of the leaves or do they give up?

Do trees give up using the backdoor?

Maybe love, the willingness to die

Autumn leaves will never satisfy

What doesn't leave is always left behind?

Grass is green and this beat is tight

She is the river

Timeless beauty drowning gently what you give her

You float from shallow into deep, she's sending shivers

Down your spine, out of your mind

Down all your spine

Down all your spine

Out of your mind

Maybe love, the willingness to die

Autumn leaves would never satisfy

What doesn't leave was always left behind?

Grass is green and this beat is tight

Was it the fever?

Was it love I left with her when she's the leaver?

Was fall the falling of the leaves or did they give up?

Did they give up using the backdoor?