Leaves - Instrumental

I will do the work Oh, to bury, to birth Digging for the hurt Making graves for all regretted words Put down All my weapons Let me out through these open wounds But am I already gone? Already lost? Am I already gone? Already found? I want to recede To be overcome I want to believe Ooh, I'll be overrun Here in our yellow leaves Telling each other we belong in this Never-changing hour Racing far away as we must From these miseries And all of their crimes and their liberties But oh, are we already gone? No need to escape I will do the work To bury, to birth Digging for the hurt Making graves for all regretted words Put down All my weapons Let me out through these open wounds But am I already gone? Already lost? Am I already gone? Already found? Am I already gone? Already found? I am already gone Not trying to escape anymore, oh no I am already gone Not trying to escape anymore I am already gone Not trying to escape