Might be going down in flames, the ashes, the silver bircher's rain Oh, to leave the city shouting, the silent doubting The rules are set and they feel so mean and binding The leaves, they remind me to forget At long tables, I sit and hear my name And I see what's written, high on who's to blame It's so tempting to go out there and feel unprotected And then just say, see, he left me naked The leaves, they remind me to forget There's seven reasons why, and yours are different to mine And then I watch them in the clouds dance But I still can't tell who won Another bed's gone from two to one Might be going down in flames I feel your hand and the window says it's rain Oh, you know, but it's not real Like the birds sing, like the trees leap And the seas glee The leaves, they remind me to forget The leaves, they remind me to forget Thanks for watching!