Dead Leaves

Sometimes trees hide their dead leaves
sometimes trees aren't trees at all
sometimes your girl is on top of the world
sometimes she's about to fall

nobody raise the dead no more
nobody raise their head no more
nobody speak their brain no more
nobody flies with ease no more

worried like a pessimist's cup
worried that it might fill up
worried that there's no more water
worried that there's no more water

nobody raise the dead no more
nobody raise their head no more
nobody speak their brain no more
nobody flies with ease no more

oh but the end is over
and you're lying on the floor and out your mouth
these trees
these dead leaves
these trees
these dead leaves
they don't speak.