Might be going down in flames The ashes, the silver birches rain Oh to leave the city shouting The silent doubting The rules are set And they feel so mean and binding The leaves They remind me To forget At long tables I sit and hear my name And I see yours written High on who's to blame It's so tempting to go out there Feel unprotected And then just say, 'see he left me naked' The leaves They remind me To forget There's seven reasons why And yours are different to mine And then I watch them in the clouds dance But I still can't tell you why Another bed's gone from two to one To one Might be Going down in flames I feel your hand When the window says it's rain Oh you know but it's not real Like the birds sing Like the trees lean And the seas gleam The leaves They remind me To forget The leaves They remind me To forget