It's my fall and my leaves are the, the
perfect shade, the perfect shade of red. Get me out of this league. Keep me under
lock and key. I'm dangerous alone, I'll
explode if I'm left alone. In picture frames I see possibilities. Through
different eyes we don't look the same. If I
could read you I'd probably still be lost. If I
could read you, I would never want to be found. It's my fall, it's my fall, and my leaves, and
my leaves are the, are the perfect shade,
the perfect shade of red. Under covers, after hours, over skylines,
higher than planes fly. Lost. If I could read you I'd probably still be
lost. If I could read you I'd probably still be. Under covers, after hours, over skylines,
higher than planes fly.