Letras
I gave my concessions
I admitted I fell down on my knees
I yelled, I yelled
I held up my message
But my handwriting is terrible, so
I held up a stencil
And you said, and you said
Hold me to you
Call my number on the phone
Some leaves don't fall on their own
Hold me to you
I counted my change up
And walked thirteen blocks to where you lived
Duluth and St. Laurent
That's quite a while away back then I swear
And I held up my face
To the pane of glass between your mouth and mine
And you said, and you said
Hold me to you
Call my number on the phone
Some leaves don't fall on their own
Hold me to you
Call my number on your phone
Some leaves don't fall on their own
Hold me to you
Call my number on your phone
Some leaves don't fall on their own
Hold me to you
Call my number on your phone
Some leaves don't fall on their own