Curse Your Branches - David Bazan

Red and orange

Or red and yellow

In which of these do you believe?

If you’re not sure right now, please take a moment

Cause I’ll need your signature before you leave

When I sleep, I’m usually dreaming

But more and more, there’s only one

Where every hired gun I’ve ever fired

Is making love to you, while I look on

All fallen leaves should curse their branches

For not letting them decide where they should fall

And not letting them refuse to fall at all

Digging up the root of my confusion

If no one planted it, how does it grow?

And why are some hellbent upon there being an answer

While some are quite content to answer «I don’t know»?

All fallen leaves should curse their branches

For not letting them decide where they should fall

And not letting them refuse to fall at all