Now all the leaves start falling
I watch the birds above flying
I’m lying on my bed thinking
Of my hopes that lately start fading
Is it funny to hope you’re coming
back to the city you’ve been leaving?
Now all the leaves start falling
I watch the birds above flying
I’m lying on my bed thinking
Of my hopes that lately start fading
Is it funny to hope you’re coming
back to the city you’ve been leaving?