One by one, they're falling from me
As the leaves all cover the street
I was driving home just yesterday it seems
And you were still waiting for me
Cold winds
Have made their way to
These three panes
Of this glass window view
Day by day, it's haunting to think
My memories are disappearing
The question, that's been killing me
Am I the wood or the tree?
Cold winds
Have made their way to
These three panes
Of this glass window view
Cold winds
Have made their way to
These three panes
Of this glass window view