Verse 1
Who's to say what I would rather be?
I'd rather be so strange
With the strangest parts of me.
Chorus
Watching trees in the window
And all the leaves they shake.
Verse 2
Who's to say that I would be alone?
Alone against the world,
The world I call my own.
Chorus
Watching trees in the window
And all the leaves they shake.
(Your falling grace,
Your raining down,
Your falling grace for now.)