You can't live your life on an email in my inbox ain't a single one
You cannot deliver from evil because the postmaster is dead and gone
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page and act my age that chapter's good as shut
I turn the page I've lost my place the page has turned to dust
Autumn leaves turn to winter soil I watch this pot cause it never boils
Sow the seeds and then once in a while water them so that they don't die
Oh please don't die
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page the rind I peel that chapter's good as gone
I burnt the page and grind bonemeal to scatter ash upon
Sow the seeds and pray that they don't die
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You can't live your life on an email in my inbox ain't a single one
You cannot deliver from evil because the postmaster is dead and gone
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page and act my age that chapter's good as shut
I turn the page I've lost my place the page has turned to dust
Autumn leaves turn to winter soil I watch this pot cause it never boils
Sow the seeds and then once in a while water them so that they don't die
Oh please don't die
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page the rind I peel that chapter's good as gone
I burnt the page and grind bonemeal to scatter ash upon
Sow the seeds and pray that they don't die
You cannot deliver from evil because the postmaster is dead and gone
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page and act my age that chapter's good as shut
I turn the page I've lost my place the page has turned to dust
Autumn leaves turn to winter soil I watch this pot cause it never boils
Sow the seeds and then once in a while water them so that they don't die
Oh please don't die
And autumn leaves we said were gone decay to rot and rust
And all the leaves you turned upon could fill an entire book
I turn the page the rind I peel that chapter's good as gone
I burnt the page and grind bonemeal to scatter ash upon
Sow the seeds and pray that they don't die
Writer: Ben Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave