I, I must confess how hard I try to breathe through the trees of loneliness. You, you must confess, how hard you need to see through the heart beating out my chest. Feel like we've been falling down like these autumn leaves. But baby don't let winter come don't let our hearts freeze. If the morning light don't steal our soul, we will walk away from empty gold. Dark, as midnight sun. Smoke as black as charcoal fills into our fragile lungs. This is when our demons come, dancing in the shadows to a game that can't be won. We're the under dogs, in this world alone. I'm a believer got a fever running through my bones. We're the alley cats, and they can throw their stones, they can break our hearts they won't take our souls.