It Lays Over the Leaves - Autumnal

Look at the Autumn now, it’s born and dead each day…

Don’t try to catch it, it’s on the end of the end…

Waiting the call, our mother, waiting for what is left

On the streets of the largest city in a grey universe…

I will have to jump till my bones break…

Like little nail of this old wood…

There’s only one thing I can do…

Trying to sleep till sun doesn’t rise…