Текст Gregory Alan Isakov – All There Is…

We laugh at all those changing trees
Autumn is falling down again
Out of this blue Sunday dream
Come to me with your smoky mouth
Raindrops fall on this old town
It’s been me and you’ve been falling round
Well I lied to you when I knocked upon your door
See I was nowhere near your neighborhood
But if this all in our mind
If this is all just in our minds
Honey would you mind
Getting out of mine
This is all just in our head
And now it’s screaming red
Watching the leaves fall down and laugh at us instead