Leaves

It’s gonna hurt
It’s gonna take some time
What goes around comes around
and it will all make sense

Into eternity, a wind in the trees
A hand and a fading sound
And the uncertainty is one of those leaves
that finally tumbles down

In your empty chair
I still see you there
What goes around comes around
and it will all make sense

Into eternity, a wind in the trees
A hand and a fading sound
And the uncertainty is one of those leaves
that finally tumbles down