Leaves, They Hide You

Displaced November skies,
Islands for hearts to hide,
This is the past right here,
I choose to leave it here.

A cursed moon to scrape you thin.
Vultures to overseer.
But I could see he's here.
Without this fear.

I want to find us books,
Search your face, cold heart crook,
She's just a shower to someone dry,
Shower for the wilted and deprived.

Is it only because you're sad?
Or is it always because you're right?
Thus the past is now clear,
But I choose to leave it there.

You say, time and time again,
That you can't win the war,
This is down to the fate,
Of what you've said,
But you can't fill the gaps,
Of the winds of change,
So don't make them miss,
All your marks,
'Cause in the end I realise..

Alive now,
Needlessly looking for outside,
Wishing that it was a scream fight,
Settled when all their throats run dry,
Run down to binary characters.

When I don't wanna see you like this.