My fallen heart up with 'em

You're dressed in red

Your hair (would had a) brush on fire

To make leaves dress up dead

Ordered to parade

Swayed by broomstick rhythm

Hey

They have fallen

For you so please forgive 'em

You're dressed in white

There is no; why don't we surrender

And in envy of you

Melting drips will rush

Brushed in broomstick rhythm

Hey! hey

See a squirrel

In homage making rhythms

You're dressed in blue

The sky and sun a hue more paler

Than the glow in your heart

I bask in your rays

Days of broomstick rhythm

You are sweeping up

What there remains

Of fears I earn

Upon giving my heart

Away to somebody

For good