red dry leaves falling offnsound of breeze sting your soulnI don’t know if I am surenbut I am now shaking handsnnI don’t care if I were younreclined faces turned downnI don’t care if I were yountiny feets are on the groundnnfar downnnred dry leaves falling offnit rains and trees are growing outnfind my ways out of itnyou took my hands and we’re off to runnnI don’t care if I were younreclined faces turned downnI don’t care if I were yountiny feets are on the groundnnfar downnnit’s going out…na silent shout…nI don’t know…nit’s going low…nnI have nearlynlost my awarenessnnit’s going out…na silent shout…nnand it saves menout of nowhere