Leaves

Moving in space somehow
Slow in a bitter pace
Laid there still
In the red

Now the Collector
Joins his collection
Found as red as they come

Where leaves were placed to dry
Prostrated face
Cry, 'O Mercy! Hear me!'

Lying in the leaves
In some distorted dream
Trying to believe
This may be freedom, for me

Dry leaves to seal these feelings
Stuck to the ceiling
Caught in a manic overturning

Consider the seasons
Sometimes it's needed
Near-death springs new life

Lying in the leaves
In some distorted dream
Trying to believe
This may be freedom, for me

Freedom for me, remade in it
I swear
Freedom for me, remade in it
I swear



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Vaughan
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