Fallen Leaves

fallen leaves on the overground riding the blue train's empty line all around on the evening run, I say you're the only one all through the golden low sinking bright of the sun see a simple spark bleed a burning flame it seems so now everything's so near oh, come on over the future's here so brighten up there is more to become fasten down every day cos nothing's tied, nothing stays and I need a driving life cos the static weight draws too much useless dust it gathers up, it blocks the way watch the landing lights on a passing plane it seems so now everything's so near oh, come on over the future's here