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 though 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...
(amongst 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 good day of the year
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
There`s something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
Won`t rest
(only minutes, only hours)
Unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I`m left
With the north wind breathing down my neck...
On the last good day of the year.....
(don`t know where i end and where you begin...)
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