Verse 1

Who said the fallen leaves are dead,

With veins that don't carry dark red?

Haven't you seen them slow dancing,

With winds wild and energizing?

Verse 2

Drifting through roads covered in question marks,

Drifting into seas where grave danger lurks,

Drifting through the corners of a mind so pitch dark,

We watch our living kin ignite with just a spark.

Verse 3

As the flames spiral out of control,

We slow dance with our half broken souls.