On A Leaf

We are only passengers, living in our sleeps, floating across the ocean filled with dreams

Sometimes when I dance, I see myself in your eyes, rolling down a grassy, bumpy hill

Everybody is talking, running around like ducks. Sometimes I wish I was a hammer or an axe

Hope I reach my heaven before the sun goes down. Looking forward to meet the painter of this world

Sitting on a leaf, dreaming a dream, pointing at the sky, wondering how it feels, to leave

Behind this old computer, crows talking outside, flying high and making dark shadows

Behind the microphone you can hide your face but they'll hear you on the radio

Sitting on a leaf, dreaming a dream, pointing at the sky, wondering how it feels