A Place In Line

Words fall like autumn leaves as he speaks.
Bring you down.
And this time his eyes sing a line from the living sea.
Some things just go away with sleep.
Fade away.
Some things just get worse with every day.
Either away.
Crushing leaves to find the spot on earth.
Bring me down.
The silence grows and leaves a chance to breathe.
Buy the dream.
You can buy your life in line.