Don't tell me that you get sick of living
when the summer's so forgiving although we have
stolen all of the things that we thought we had
owned then have disappeared.
All these things in flavour won't do you no
favours when the summer's light is fragrant with
scents of returning you relent,you resent,now
you're burning for nothing to change...
there's something there among the fallen fruit and flowers
won't rest only minutes,only hours unless now the morning breaks in showers
I guess we'll remember this all of our lives.
On the last god day of the year(3 times)
All the leaves are turning
autumn's fingers burnished
furnished here in hope and in faith in the
meantime kinda working my way through a dream
I was having alone(2 times)
There's something there.. among the fallen fruit and flowers
won't rest only minutes,only hours unless now the morning breaks in showers
I'm left with the nord wind breathing down my neck..
On the last god day of the year(3 times)
REPEAT CHORUS
