I see it's time again. As the night's cold sneaks in the day. And here we lay down. In this purest white. Impervious grey. As summer lay dying. Falling, falling.
Do you know the meaning of? - this is love, this is love. (This is love, this is love. give me just a little shove. this love-). This is. . The end is nothing.
I got up early on Monday. And it suited me fine. That the leaves had started. Turning and it was cold outside. . Because the sun surely shined. The autumn ought to come.