Lyrics

The city is calling Everybody is searching for the keys To all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create The boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November To drink the drops of joys and sorrows from each others dripping trees All of life's secrets are in your branches Make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids Stair at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook Waxy sweetness, to explore every degree of your mental health Much better to pass into that other world In the full glory of the passions that you found here Than to fade and wither with age From watching the flickering light dim in the eyes of the living All of life's secrets are in your branches Make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids Stair at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook To explore every degree of your mental health Save up all of your innocence and grow the ripe fruit To explore every degree of your mental health