Light Leaves

[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