| The last few golden leaves are clinging
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| Tightly to their branches
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| Like they don’t want to let go
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| Like they don’t trust what
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| They don’t know what
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| They don’t know
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| 'cause it’s not quite winter
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| And it’s not quite fall
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| And even though it’s been a year
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| I cannot pass you by
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| Not at all i tell myself enough
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| My heart can’t feel the reason
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| Why must we into the darkest season
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| It’s cold getting colder
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| I dreamt last night of being older
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| I looked in the mirror there
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| Was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow
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| What would i say what could you say
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| It’s not quite winter
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| And it’s not quite fall a
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| Nd even though it’s been a year
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| I cannot pass you by not at all
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| I tell myself enough my heart
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| Can’t feel the reason why must we into the darkest season the darkest season
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| It’s not that i’m not thankful or grateful
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| For what we’ve grown
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| It’s not that
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| I’m not living my life alright
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| On my own i still feel the empty space
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| I still feel the wind blow through
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| I still thought in any case that
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| I’d always know you
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| It’s not quite fall
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| And even though
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| It’s been a year
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| I cannot pass you by not at all
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| I tell myself enough my heart
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| Can’t feel the reason why
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| Must we into the darkest season
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| It’s cold getting colder
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| I dreamt last night of being older
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| I looked in the mirror
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| There was so much grey
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| If i saw you tomorrow what would
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| I say what could you say
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| It’s not quite winter
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| And it’s not quite fall
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| And even though it’s been a year
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| I cannot pass you by not at all
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| I tell myself enough my heart
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| Can’t feel the reason why
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| Must we into the darkest season |