Curse Your Branches

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