There is a man who grows up in a land where everymen is made to think like they rest He can´t understand what is wrong with his mind Afraid of the dark he´s alone in his shell ´cause he is shy… October…….the leaves are falling Who knows where…..can I find my own tree He is at the point of surrender for life ´cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime
October…….the leaves are falling Who knows where…..can I find my own tree September…..my life is crawling Remember…..my grave is in the sea October…….the leaves are falling Who knows where…..can I find my own tree September…..my life is crawling Remember…..my grave is in the sea