Single leaf, single leaf. When will you fall?
The waiting ground below is found. Do you hear it call?
Single leaf, single leaf. Struggle as you may.
It does not matter, we must all fall. And give into dismay.
Beating heart, beating heart. Why try so hard?
Hear the whisper as we whisper, the end is not that far.
Beating heart, my beating heart. When will you fall?
The ground must come, we all most go. I can hear it call.