Green, green leaves falling down. From the tops of tall, tall trees. Touch ground near what just might be the single clue. Red, red drops that drip out.
I heard you swear your love this morning. And it caught me almost wanting to believe. The three little words that serve as warning. And say it's just a promise you can't keep.
What I'm looking for is all I need. 'Cause what I've wanted most is some space between. Her heart and mine. Which sure ain't no small chore to find. .