Dead Leaves - The Foreign Resort

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