••Oh oh another paper tune, that you don't hear now But I pray you do tomorrow A deathly song, a deathly muse Is it wrong, to be addicted to your own sorrow Oh this is a simple tune, Im afraid to lose Is it okay now can I believe you In the dash, an old damn photograph With tremors of your laugh I swear I hear you Oh how I envy the trees, how they get gone with their leaves in autumn Because you're the damn terrible song Stuck in my head I hum the words along as if I forgot them Oh this is a simple tune, Im afraid to lose Is it okay now can I believe you In the dash, an old damn photograph With tremors of your laugh I swear I hear you oooo ohhh ooo ooo••