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