Leave Taking

Black trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

Black trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

I do not know where either of us can turn

Just at first

Waking from the sleep of each other

Just at first

I do not know how we can

Any longer bear

To feast our eyes upon

The flowing river

Baby, feast your eyes

I heard what you said

So, why don't you

Tell it to the room?

Yeah, just tell it to the room

Just turn around and tell it to the room

Just turn around and tell it

Black trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

Like bare trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

Black trees

Shaking it together in the white breeze

Held within this kiss

Yet still alone

Within this kiss

So then in conclusion

Let it be the same

Whether we turn to the dark

Or to the lips of another

Whether we turn to the dark

Let us know this for taking leave

For taking leave

And like rain scented earth

Heaped up over the heart

Is love grown perfect?

And like a translucent shell

Over the beat of life

Is it perfect to the last?

That I may not weigh heavy upon you

Though you defeat me

Like dead leaves falling down to the ground

Is it perfect to the last?

Is it not perfect?

Black trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

Black trees

Shaking together in the white breeze

And I’m holding on so tightly

I’m holding on so tight

To what was never mine

What was never mine

And I’m holding on so tightly

Holding on for dear life

To what was never mine

What was never mine

I’m holding on so tight

To what was never mine

What was never mine

I’m holding on so tight

To what was never mine