"It might be going down in flames,
The ashes, the silver birches rain,
Oh, to leave the city shouting,
The silent doubting,
The rules are set,
And they feel so mean and binding,
The leaves, they remind me to forget.
And I see yours written high on, who's to blame?
It's so tempting to go out there,
Feel unprotected,
And then just say
'See, he left me naked',
The leaves, they remind me to forget.
There's seven reasons why,
And yours are different to mine,
And then I watch them in the clouds' dance,
But I still can't tell who won,
Another beds gone from two to one.
It might be going down in flames,
I feel your hand when the window says it's rain,
Oh, you know, but it's not real,
Like the birds sing,
Like the trees lean,
And the seas gleam,
The leaves, they remind me to forget."
Песен от една репетиция вкъщи. Katie Melua, 14 дек.' 2020:
