Golden Leaves

do you remember how this first began

teeth were white and our skin was young

eyes as bright as a spanish sun

we had nothing we could hide

now my dear we are two golden leaves

clinging desperately to winter trees

held up here like a pair of thieves

while the sirens blare outside

 

what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken

what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open

what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and

what’s left to break when our hearts are broken but sometimes

 

do you remember how this started out

so full of hope but now we’re filled with doubt

a dirty joke we used to laugh about

but it’s not funny any more

i fear i’ll choke unless i spit it out

still smell of smoke although the fire’s gone out

i can’t live with you but i’d die without

 

so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken

what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open

what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and

what’s left to break when our hearts are broken but sometimes

 

so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken

what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open

what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and

what’s left to break when our hearts are broken but sometimes