Panda panda climb your tree
There's a life you live in spite of me
And for all the fruit that bore your seed
There's a wet worm waiting by your feet
By your feet by your feet
There's another apple you don't eat
And oh I curse the weight of me
The heavy purse drug at your heels
And the dead straight line that pulled you in
Got tangled in our spiral spin
In our spin in our spin
The tangle that I left you in
And all the love I thought we had
A tire tread that slips when wet
And I convince myself of my belief
That behind each branch a fallen leaf
Fallen leaves fallen leaves
I count the colors at my feet
Fallen leaves fallen leaves
I count the colors at my feet
