Dark Leaves Form a Thread

Lyrics for Dark Leaves Form a Thread

Susan, the truth is, Sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight. Seriously, terror advances... so Sorry if you should find me Thinking of only the things that I need. I've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick! No, it's cool. You go. I'll stay, Perfectly at home with this dread. Dark leaves form a thread! So, Should you still want me You can find me down at the café, A little bit too busy being served. Sworn enemy of the waitresses there, A late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen... Nah, it's cool. You go. I'll stay, Perfectly at home with this dread. Dark leaves form a thread!