The last leaves

All you people
Seem so strange to me
Hiding your hearts
Beneath your fickle opaque
Skin
Your all busy talking
About how your change the world
I’m sick of talking whilst our thoughts
And actions go unobserved

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be the last leaf
Hanging on this old oak tree

All you people rushing around
I’ve no time to talk now
My heads stuck in these clouds
You told me to stop dreaming
But what else can I do
The day we stop dreaming
The sky falls in on me and you

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be the last leaf
Hanging on this old oak tree

Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound,
I see you standing there lost amongst the crowd
Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound
I see you standing there lost amongst the trees

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be the last leaf
Hanging on this old oak tree

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