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