paroles de chanson Light Leaves - WHY?
Each
of
these
old
light
leaves
is
dirt,
Barely
held
together
by
Tiny
bone
hands
that
used
to
be
alive
Holding
hands
Loose
gripped
At
the
deja
vu
dream
scene
end
Of
a
lifelong
relationship
These
light
leaves
Is
my
hair
on
the
bathroom
floor,
My
smaller
selves
down
the
sewer
somewhere,
Under
berkeley,
cincinatti,
or
on
tour
Airplane
rear
And
hotel
lobby
ladies
rooms:
beware,
As
these
light
leaves
bagged
up
in
plastic,
Never
to
decompose
or
fertilize
When
my
balls
are
finally
big
enough
to
do
it
I
don't
want
no
casket,
no
saddle,
No
seethrough
plastic
mask,
No
casket,
no
saddle,
No
seethrough
plastic
mask
And
when
I
finally
do
it
I
wanna
do
the
dirt
Like
the
dead
leaves
do
And
if
you
do
leave
the
earth
When
the
earth
leaves
you
Cold
and
hard
as
a
marble
table
top
With
nothing
on
top,
There's
no
hip-hip-hop-hooray
Keeping
Heaven's
golden-barbed
gateway,
No
bright
confetti,
high-step
march,
ticker
tape
parade
There's
no
mound
of
clouds
to
lounge
on,
No
mound
of
clouds
to
lounge
on
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