Looking at the road that rises up ahead. I thought I'd learned a thing or two. But this is where it's all made new and I--. I gotta throw my hands up. 'Cause I can't go on if I can't stop.. Look. The leaves are dead. The moments gone there's no surrender. Forever now unsaid. The words that might have warmed December. It's all inside your head. Like fragments of a dream you remember. So never mind your clever mind never mind me. Staring at the ceiling from my bed. I thought I'd earned a chance or few. Thought I'd be paid in due. Time isn't made for waiting. And past isn't worth debating.. Look. The leaves are dead.... Feeling like a fool again. Just need a new direction. A new beginning a new beginning. I can't hold back and I can't hold on. It's all about gratification. See me running see me running. Look. The leaves are dead...