Autumn leaves are falling
World is getting ready to sleep
You and I know it's better
Better not to hold or keep

Memories of days gone by
I put them locked aside
You and I know it's better
Better wait and see the tide

You won't follow love
It's [bad word] to be real
You keep your heart when in doubt
Let the breath of life conceal

At the end of the day
Closing time never seemed so lonely
As you walk away
No other way
Tearing out the roots of life

Yesterday
All was real
But now it seems so empty
As you walk away
No other way
Tearing at the roots of love

me [bad word]