As the leaves fall.
We stand tall.
Like trees.
In the cold breeze.
Dry your eyes.
Look to the skies.
There is no disguise.
Or prize.
What you see.
Is what you get.
As the leaves fall.
We stand tall.
Like trees.
In the cold breeze.
Dry your eyes.
Look to the skies.
There is no disguise.
Or prize.
What you see.
Is what you get.