Besedila: Tara Maclean. Passenger. Settling.

Am I real? Am I true?
Am I borrowed? Am I blue?
Is it just the dust of leaving you
Settling?

Am I fair? Am I strong?
When I'm there do I belong?
Is it only skin I touch
When I reach for you?

Oh the leaves they fall
They go so far sometimes
Do I blame the wind
Or the tree that let it go
Or do I wave goodbye, settling?

Do I stay and do I fight?
Is it wrong when nothing's right
Or is it just the closet light
I've offered you?

Oh the leaves they fall
They go so far sometimes
Do I blame the wind
Or the tree that let it go
Or do I wave goodbye, settling?

So many times I needed
You to be strong for me
But you bend beneath
The slightest breeze

You have no leaves
No leaves
No leaves
Settling

Am I real? Am I true?
Do I stay? Do I fight?
Is it just the closet light?
Is it only skin I touch
Or is it just the dust settling?