(to the tune of Plastic Stars)
you ask – will you be there if I fall when I run I feel so small.
I say – it’s okay to be quite small, we don’t have to be so tall.
you say – I don’t think you see at all, do you know what follows fall
I slow – all the way down to a crawl, in my heart I feel a squall
falling leaves in a magic sylvan glen
swirling leaves where there’s one there’s always ten.
you ask – do you feel it in the air, a feeling that wasn’t there
I say – I don’t know if I would dare, I’m afraid it won’t be fair
you say – cause I really want to share, but I don’t know if you care
I slow – cause the sun is in your hair, and it’s too hard not to stare
fallen leaves in a magic sylvan glen
swirling leaves in a land without a when.
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