So in line with everything.
We hold each other's hands
And we sing.
We shake all the leaves
That haunt all of the trees.
There are feet beneath the knees.
We're keeping the dust
In the corner in case
It might contain a piece of your face.
A piece of myself and all that we've done.
A piece of myself in the setting sun.
Leave it to the witches.
Leave it to the queens.
Leave it to the girls who win at everything.
Let's leave it and do our own thing.
Leave it for the rich kids.
Leave it for the thieves.
We don't want to have to specialize in things
So we hold each other's hands and sing.
We dance with the dust
That haunts all of us
Exposing our weaknesses to rust
Sun shine down upon your face
Columns of a dusty haze
I'm leaving you my books and my pens
The clues to where the stories end
Pictures in a box up on a shelf
Relics of a vibrant self
Leave it to our sisters
Leave it in between
Leave a piece of you and I everywhere we've been
Let's leave it and do our own thing
Leave it in the gardens
Leave it in the trees
Leave it on the canvases and on the leaves
The heart and how it feels the sting
Leave it to the witches
Leave it to the queens
Leave it to the girls who win at everything
Let's leave it and do our own thing
Leave it for the rich kids
Leave it for the thieves
We don't want to have to specialize in things
So we hold each other's hands and sing