There is a man who grows up in a land
Where everymen is made to think like they rest
He can´t understand what is wrong with his mind
Afraid of the dark he´s alone in his shell ´cause he is shy…
October…….the leaves are falling
Who knows where…..can I find my own tree
He is at the point of surrender for life
´cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime
October…….the leaves are falling
Who knows where…..can I find my own tree
September…..my life is crawling
Remember…..my grave is in the sea
October…….the leaves are falling
Who knows where…..can I find my own tree
September…..my life is crawling
Remember…..my grave is in the sea