The leaves in the trees They know it's not the best to hang around But I wanna be the apple of your eye And not the one that fell to ground Because the light is fading You in slow motion I need a way out of this I want to denature it Sedan in the street I'm holding you and choking on the gas But I wanna breathe the flowers in my lungs I feel exhausted all the time Because the light is fading It's already too late And when you come out of this I want to denature it