I can't stay.

I haven't got the time,
to sing whats on my mind
for all the boys and girls.
They probably won't even care.

Go clean up this mess
put a trashcan to your chest.
Now leave.

I'll invite the seasons over
so they don't seem so rude.
I'll invite myself over
and track my changes through the living room.
Its no use.

Go clean up your mess.
Leaves are filling up my chest.
I only think the best
its no use.

You've got a crystal ball in your pillow,
and feathers in your teeth.
I hope you save some for me.

Don't leave;
It was just a dream.

I heard my future in a song.
Our folks still sing the same old one.
Winter always comes
so long
so long
I've got a reason to sing along,
to break the chain.
I can't stay,
so long.