Lyrics:

The city is calling
Everybody is searching for the keys
To all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create
The boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November
To drink the drops of joys and sorrows from each others dripping trees

All of life's secrets are in your branches
Make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
Stair at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
Waxy sweetness, to explore every degree of your mental health

Much better to pass into that other world
In the full glory of the passions that you found here
Than to fade and wither with age
From watching the flickering light dim in the eyes of the living

All of life's secrets are in your branches
Make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
Stair at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
To explore every degree of your mental health
Save up all of your innocence and grow the ripe fruit
To explore every degree of your mental health