through it wind goes always
desire to hold a leaf
leaf always blown
ghost of fingers clinging
new leaf, same storm
can never, this the game, every second
if seen, disinclines giving a
shit about any leaf but
just for a second
through it wind goes always
desire to hold a leaf
leaf always blown
ghost of fingers clinging
new leaf, same storm
can never, this the game, every second
if seen, disinclines giving a
shit about any leaf but
just for a second