i’m leaving you on the third day of october. trees let down hair when i’m alone, i feel closer i feel like i should’ve told her especially on the train to Hangzhou. i thank God every day for a grey woman and her grandson the shapes of their eyes and their nose make something of me i know i won’t see you i like to know i don’t know i like to know i don’t know i like to know i don’t know [instrumental] [repeats]
