To the devil on the roadside

There's an angel envious of msytery

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

There'sa scar that in the dark is an empty hole

Like a thousand stories begging not to go untold

But that 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