In the fall, we burn the leaves The rot started in her garden Before it moved to her head My mom's asking where I've hid her knives Well, what do you want them for? The answer's in her eyes I don't want her to hurt anymore ♪ The sun shines through the empty trees While this old and brittle bird Sings will you care for me? You're always asking where I've hid the knives Well, I know what you want them for Your ghost would break my heart And I don't want her to hurt anymore I don't want her to hurt anymore