Am I real? Am I a dream?

Am I borrowed? Am I blue?

Is it just the dust of leaving you

settling?



Am I fair? Am I strong?

Am I there? Do I belong?

Is it only skin I touch

when I reach for you?



Oh, the leaves they fall,

they go so far sometimes.

Do I blame the wind

or the tree for letting you go?

Or do I wave goodbye,

setting?



Do I stay? Do I fight?

Is it wrong and nothing's right?

Or is it just the closet light

I've offered you?



Oh the leaves they fall,

they go so far sometimes.

Do I blame the wind

or the tree that let you go?

Or do I wave goodbye,

settling?



So many times I needed

you to be strong to me.

But you bend beneath

the slightest breeze.

You have no leaves,

no leaves, no leaves...



Settling.

Am I fair? Am I strong?

Do I stay? Do I fight?

Is it just the closet light?

Is it only skin I touch,

or is it just the dust

settling