If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season Of the fallen leaves And if the days grew shorter And the darkness drew its order From the autumn grey
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed I'd rather sit this out and sleep the Day away instead To worry about the emptiness that comes
If ever there's a need to watch the afternoon just roll into The evening sky Find comfort in the finer things that keep you close that keep you safe Within this room
When it comes down to me And I grit my teeth And I start to stall When it comes down to me
If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season Of the fallen leaves And if the days grew shorter And the darkness drew its order From the autumn grey
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead To worry about the emptiness that comes To worry about the emptiness that comes