All around him were a bunch of leaves
All around stood tall, dead trees
Everybody had a broken hand,
The supervisor of the marching band.
In the centre was a pillar of bone
Everybody had a face of stone
Everybody had a broken dream
The supervisor of the swimming team

Beneath the clouds - he saw through the tears in their eyes
He promised to tell them the truth - he promised to them he would lose.
And that made them smile - they laughed, and they danced for a while
Caught in circle of thorns - caught in a perfect storm

All around him were a bunch of leaves
All around stood tall, dead trees
Everybody had a broken hand,
The supervisor of the marching band.
In the centre was a pillar of bone
Everybody had a face of stone
Everybody had a broken dream
The supervisor of the swimming team

Beneath the clouds, he saw through the tears in their eyes
He promised to tell them the truth, he promised to them he would lose.
And that made them smile, they laughed, and they danced for a while
Caught in circle of thorns, caught in a perfect storm
Before them all, the group made its way down the hall

Covered in robes laced with gold, flowers in hand, through the cold
He's on his own, drowning, the seawall was blown,
Nobody reached out their hand - they lived/watched from the holier land

Out - the end, everything was new. End up repeating what the others do.
Closed their eyes and the tightened their grip. Sailing off on a burning ship.