I woke up in the fall
When the branches were still
Orange, yellow and red
I listened to the dark
As it whispered to me
This is all in your head
I woke up in the fall
When the branches were still
Orange, yellow and red
I listened to the dark
As it whispered to me
This is all in your head
I listened to the scars
As they talked about me
Everything was internal
Everything was
But oh so filtered
Powerless, raw
There is no father anymore
There is no other
There is no scars upon the floor
It's only matter
Sorry
But my life is spinning
I am sorry
That this life is ending
Sorry
But my life is spinning
I am sorry
That this life is ending