Old Gray - Dying Leaves (Acoustic)

Lyrics

Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch. I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. x2 I'm no more alive than the empty home where I grew up I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun x2