There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by
To the devil on the roadside
There's an angel envious to mystery
Like young leaves
There's a void begging desperate as a lie
For us to make it feel alive
And waiting on the world to lend a spirit
Truly free and fragile as young leaves
There's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole
Like a thousand stories begging not to go untold
But that in the light is a hidden dream
For our shallow lives be appeased
By nothing more than young leaves
