Leaves Lyrics

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

Motion is the static urging restlessly past boundaries and burdens

Rustling of an aural felt-like tip, the eardrum, tapping tips of fingers

Whistler's draped figure reading, lines vibrating of the subject sketched

Laughing from the park bench, transients and echoes all to witness

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

In the cool breeze

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

Nowhere is the home base we breed hoping fragilely to be free

An average of the ground and air acutely fix the body in between

Color coronation, corners, mottled shadows, psychic edifice

Don't simplify or complicate, just consecrate complexities as they're placed

As they're placed

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

All outlives me

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

My soul is empty as my body, drained of words and trails of their effects

The atrium and arboretum, there is no metaphor, it's just an opening

I place my palm on the floor, there is no hole but the openness

Apathy and past inside, residing as inertia in the space

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

I don't want to leave

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves

All outlives me

Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves