The Falling Leaves

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grace

3:08

#mirror #rocks #kite

We are born with lots of thoughts of the lowest kind
Underneath all these thoughts there lies a dirty mind

I chase the mirror off the wall by staring into it
I am scared and you are scared and we are scared to death

I chase the mirror off the wall by throwing rocks at it
I am hurt and you are hurt and we are badly hurt

We are born with lots of thoughts of the lowest kind
Underneath all these thoughts there lies a dirty mind

Julie says I am mad for thinking all these things
She is sure, her heart is pure and looks to be my cure

Maggie says she is fed up with all of this mess
If you can’t sleep at night at least occupy your mind

We are born with a grace that fades quicker than a kite
If you don’t hold on to it, you’ll loose it to the wind

I see, you see
It is clear

We are born with a grace that fades quicker than a kite
If you don’t hold on to it, you’ll loose it to the wind

I see, you see
It is clear

We are born with lots of thoughts
Of the lowest kind