All the way from across the sea
from man to you, from the man to me
four white sticks with good intentions
feed the flame
for my protection
I want to know what you want
to find what I don't
but now it's yesterday
falling down a broken spiral
head the flame for no tomorrow
back up on your feet again
hole my hand, I'll be your friend
the leaves are falling
falling down
falling down
falling down again
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