David Bazan Follow

Red and orange, or blue and yellow
In which of these do you believe?
If you're not sure right now,
Please take a moment
I need your signature before you leave

When I sleep, I'm usually dreaming
But more and more, it's only one
Where every hired gun I've ever fired
Is making love to you while I look on

Oh, falling leaves should curse their branches
For not letting them decide where they should fall
And not letting them refuse to fall at all

In my throat, there swells a darkness
It fills my mouth, and coats my lips
And even as the threat of Hell is disappearing,
The threat of losing you is blowing up

Oh, falling leaves should curse their branches
For not letting them decide where they should fall
And not letting them refuse to fall at all