LEAVES. Lyrics

I always wondered why Nina said blood on the leaves

When we were hanging from trees

Maybe the attention to detail added to the imagery

That thought

Not merely, purely the human

Maybe because the human isn’t merely pure

None of us are purely pure

A mere good deed doesn’t fix it

A mere good life doesn’t embody it

She talks about the leaf

As if it were a bystander to the tragedy

I think it’s more

The leaf has blood that doesn’t belong to it

From a body that wasn’t here before it

But it will hold that blood

A mark-it of the horror

The leaf isn’t symbolic it’s always meant more than we think

Because somehow we’re more important than it

Self centered

The blood’s on the leaves like Nina said

Our product of impurity

Killing one another

And the leaf receives the aftermath

The only message we sort of understand

Red.

(I can always be happier

But that thought has contrarily made me unhappy)