red dry leaves falling off sound of breeze sting your soul I don't know if I am sure but I am now shaking hands
I don't care if I were you reclined faces turned down I don't care if I were you tiny feets are on the ground
red dry leaves falling off it rains and trees are growing out you took my hands and we're off to run
I don't care if I were you reclined faces turned down I don't care if I were you tiny feets are on the ground