Young Leaves

There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by To the devil on the roadside There's an angel envious to mystery Like young leaves Like young leaves There's a void begging desperate as a lie For us to make it feel alive And waiting on the world to lend a spirit Truly free and fragile as young leaves Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na There's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole Like a thousand stories begging not to go untold But that in the light is a hidden dream For our shallow lives to be appeased By nothing more than young leaves Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na