Defoliation, Part Two

"Before you trip over your cape, Batman, riddle me this
There are three men in a boat with four cigarettes but no
Matches. How do they manage to smoke? Hm? Hahahahahaha!"
"The Riddler"

I was born into your world on a Wednesday
Grew in time between these walls till you ran away
And don't stop till you're out of action
Don't stop till you disappear from view
And the trees were red and blue
And the leaves were hung with dew

I was walking in your night to another year
In your shoes my footsteps run to a higher sphere
Don't stop till I'm out of action
Don't wander onto consecrated ground
And the trees all turned to brown
And I turned my head around
And the leaves came tumbling down

...The gods of ancient Skopje, of ancient Macedonia...
...The god of the seas, the one who can cast a
Thousand words with the pleasure of a kiss...
...Just a dream... well, there's a light at the end of the tunnel...
...We must sleep and die for the dreams they come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...

Oh yeah
Then the leaves come tumbling
Then the leaves come tumbling down
Then the leaves come tumbling down
Then the leaves come tumbling
Leaves come tumbling down
Leaves come tumbling down
Then the leaves come tumbling down
But the leaves come tumbling down

"They threw one cigarette overboard
And made the boat a cigarette lighter!"