Sixpence None The Richer

Leaves are falling,

and something's calling me here.

The state of depression

That I'm walking in, got

the impression that I won't

stay here long



I know I am like this, but

still I don't know what to do.



The sky is darkening, I can

feel it in the air. My heart is sinking.

I know winter's on its way



I know I am like this,

but still I dont know what to do.



I know Iam like this. Oh sister,

show me what to do



I know there's a way to get this

another day

When will I know if there's a way for me?



I want to lie in the sand and have

the sun shine on me.

Is that way too much to ask?