One by one, they're falling from me As the leaves all cover the street I was driving home just yesterday it seems And you were still waiting for me Cold winds Have made their way to These three panes Of this glass window view Day by day, it's haunting to think My memories are disappearing The question, that's been killing me Am I the wood or the tree? Cold winds Have made their way to These three panes Of this glass window view Cold winds Have made their way to These three panes Of this glass window view