Broken leaves that fill the streets were once part of the trees that look so alone
We will crush them under our feet like the glass that fills our alleyways
My soul feels like France in the summer time
Somewhere I ain't been
I'll walk down these alleyways
Stomp these petrified memories
It's just all the same to you but it ain't all the same to me
Please forgive I can't distinguish you from the bridge between us
Take a shot and try to forget that you and I are one with death
I still feel your weight flowing through my limbs
It sets my skin to simmering
I'll softly trace th...
