The leaves in the trees
They know it's not the best to hang around
But I wanna be the apple of your eye
And not the one that fell to ground
Because the light is fading
You in slow motion
I need a way out of this
I want to denature it
Sedan in the street
I'm holding you and choking on the gas
But I wanna breathe the flowers in my lungs
I feel exhausted all the time
Because the light is fading
It's already too late
And when you come out of this
I want to denature it