You hang on to the things I say
You come alone,I'll be down
Like a nightmare,like a nightmare
You come alone,I'll be down
Not the first one,not the last one
I don't mind for you favourite things
In the catalog, of your memories
You hang on to the falling leaves
Like the leaves themselves
You come alone,I'll be down
You come alone,I'll be down
Like a nightmare,like a nightmare