Lyrics
Is it the fever?
Is it the love I leave with her when she's the leaver?
Is fall the falling of the leaves or do they give up?
Do trees give up using the backdoor?
Maybe love, the willingness to die
Autumn leaves will never satisfy
What doesn't leave is always left behind?
Grass is green and this beat is tight
She is the river
Timeless beauty drowning gently what you give her
You float from shallow into deep, she's sending shivers
Down your spine, out of your mind
Down all your spine
Down all your spine
Out of your mind
Maybe love, the willingness to die
Autumn leaves would never satisfy
What doesn't leave was always left behind?
Grass is green and this beat is tight
Was it the fever?
Was it love I left with her when she's the leaver?
Was fall the falling of the leaves or did they give up?
Did they give up using the backdoor?