Lyrics Dead Leaves - The Foreign Resort

Dead Leaves

This could be the final party
The finest of them all
The last one before the dusk comes
Every fall
Doing all we can tonight to make it
Go too far
Loving every minute
Cause we know it all comes down
Caught by the wind blowing down
Through the ashes of the wonderful colors of earth
Volatile and beneath the surface
Its not my fault
Its not my fault
They keep crawling underneath my skin
Hardheaded sleep
I lie here between dead leaves
This could be the final party
The finest of them all
The last one before the blood flows
Every fall