Из альбома: Not Colored Too Perfect
When the leaves have changed
When the world around you starts to grow deranged
The faces that you see are looking strange
And your principles have all been rearranged
When only tears remain
In the residue the ruins of your brain
Start looking for a way you can explain
Though the reasons should've made themselves quite plain
And then you'll think of me
In the moment when we'd almost broken free
Your mind will start its drifting wistfully
To the corner of your heart nobody sees