Lyrics Buried in Leaves - The Ascent Of Everest

Buried in Leaves

I’m sorry that the women you’ve loved have fed on you
To help them grow until their fruit
Was ripe but thought not to be wasted
Went to other hands to see how they tasted
What a loss what a shame
You know the autumn is her name
She’s wearing all those pretty clothes
But she knows
How to take them off