All the songs you sing
Sound like Christmas
And if it's a feast of love
There's a dress on each of that
Than this one's to your eyes and to your mind

There's gold and all the green
And a room under the stairs
That's why I'm wearing black
It fits to everything
To everything that you could ever wear

Heal with whatever you will sing
Heal the wounds time can't heal

Sweetness you create with seed, breeze and chips
And with pure gold you're voice
Don't stop 'cause green is all your heart

Heal with whatever you will sing
With the stars in your technocolored
It's only leaves that fall
It's only leaves that fall
It's only leaves that fall