As I fall out of love with you,
we fall together on our knees,
the willow trees that weep;
I`ll meet you at the funeral,
like actors in a movie scene.
Promise more moments like this.
The streets will flow with the blood of the no-believers.
I can feel you calling me out.
Let yourself fall away,
there`s no one to watch you fall,
there no one left to catch you now.
As the orange leaves fall to the ground,
there`s a sound of thunder.
