The old leaves
Down the street would be felled by November
I felt one of them
I wouldn't last to the end of the winter
And I missed my world
But I was just a little despondent
'Cause this was my world
And the girls around town they would wonder
Why I was there
But this was my only trophy
I had this town
It was mine and I knew that I loved it
Singing, the birds
Who had fallen to prey to the vultures
Circling around
They were buzzing in circles of doom

And the sound intensifies
And the sound intеnsifies

Compete with my timе
You will always take off with a headstart
Watching the paint dry
Somehow beauty has nestled itself
In its own way
Makes me search for the rest I could not find
So long
No return
And there is a door
To a strange land of castles in Spain
And it's under my bed
All-in my head, paw after paw
Does it stand a chance
When this all turns out to fit into the frame
If you break the rules
It's a rule that you will be broken

And the sound intensifies
And the sound intensifies
And the sound intensifies
And the sound intensifies