Thousands of leaves are leaving the trees, may we just go
for a ride?
Why does it seem just like a dream? Why do I think we can

fly?
Most of the stars are turning to Mars, they are all
driving good cars.


IN THE MORNING LEAVES ARE ON THE FLOOR, IN THE MORNING
THIEVES WILL SHUT THE DOOR,

IN THE MORNING, WHO I´M FALLING FOR IS YOU.
IN THE MORNING LEAVES LIE ON THE GROUND, IN THE MORNING,
YOU WON´T HEAR A SOUND,

IN THE MORNING WHO I WISH I FOUND IS YOU.

Where did you go? Wind starts to blow. Where will you

stay for the night?
I´m walking home clutching my phone. Would you come back
if I smiled?

Most of the trees are leaving the leaves, I´m always
loosing my keys...


IN THE MORNING LEAVES LIE ON THE GROUND, IN THE MORNING,
YOU WON´T HEAR A SOUND,
IN THE MORNING WHO I WISH I FOUND IS YOU.

IN THE MORNING LEAVES ARE ON THE FLOOR, IN THE MORNING
THIEVES WILL SHUT THE DOOR,
IN THE MORNING, WHO I´M FALLING FOR IS YOU.