Thoughts are scattered like leaves
in the autumn wind.
Shadows riding on the breeze
Fall upon like the rain.
Crawling through cynical times
But there`s a light in the distance oh so far away
Soon the snow will fall
Soon the cold will creep in
Soon we will fall asleep
And when we wake up it`s already dark
Crawling trough cynical times
But there`s a light in the distance oh so far away
Follow her footprints in the snow
But it`s late March and soon the snow must go
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