"Hey, how are you? You have grown, see I knew you when we were young
Then your sight, it was my son
We're touching down, though we've grown
We can still pretend we are young
We were two and now we're one
Leaves, fall from trees and I believe
That there are better ways to fly
I have found paradise, in your beautiful eyes
Yeah, come with me, and you will see
All the things you hope you would find
In my arms all the time.
Leaves, fall from trees and I believe
That there are better ways to die
I have found paradise, in your beautiful eyes
Hey, how are you? You have grown, see I knew you when we were young
Then your sight, well it was my son
Leaves, fall from trees and I believe
That there are better ways to fly
I have found paradise, in your beautiful eyes
In your beautiful eyes
In your beautiful eyes
In your beautiful eyes
"