Panda panda climb your tree There's a life you live in spite of me And for all the fruit that bore your seed There's a wet worm waiting by your feet By your feet by your feet There's another apple you don't eat And oh I curse the weight of me The heavy purse drug at your heels And the dead straight line that pulled you in Got tangled in our spiral spin In our spin in our spin The tangle that I left you in And all the love I thought we had A tire tread that slips when wet And I convince myself of my belief That behind each branch a fallen leaf Fallen leaves fallen leaves I count the colors at my feet Fallen leaves fallen leaves I count the colors at my feet