I'd like to be Closer to you Outside your doorstep Somewhere with a view I'm digging in the backyard With a bee sting in my arm And ill meet you if they let me But I promised I wouldn't go far Sick of the sweet summer breeze Always ending in dead autumn leaves I'm sorry I'm a letdown I've scraped both my knees I got dirt inside my nails And my brains in a freeze Oh Mayra come find me I'm hiding in the tree With the dead trunk And the red leaves And I'm counting to three Oh Myra Sick of the sweet summer breeze Always ending in dead autumn leaves Oh Sick of the sweet summer breeze Oh Ending in dead autumn leaves