[Intro]

Ooh

[Verse 1]

Each of these old light leaves is dirt

Barely held together by tiny bone hands that used to be alive

Holding hands - loose gripped

At the déjà vu dream scene end of a life-long relationship

[Verse 2]

These light leaves is my hair on the bathroom floor;

My smaller selves down the sewer somewhere under Berkeley, Cincinnati, or on tour

Airplane rear and hotel lobby ladies' rooms beware

Is these light leaves bagged up in plastic never to decompose or fertilize

[Verse 3]

When my balls are finally big enough to do it

I don't want no casket, no saddle, no see-through plastic mask

No casket, no saddle, no see-through plastic mask

And when I finally do it

I wanna do the dirt like the dead leaves do

And if you do leave the earth when the earth leaves you

Cold and hard as a marble table top with nothing on top

There's no hip hip hop hooray

Heaping heaven golden boned gateway

No bright confetti hard step march ticker tape parade

There's no mound of clouds to lounge on

No mound of clouds to lounge on