I cannot seem to Let go of my leaves But all of the other trees Barren by the breeze Get confettied with a luminescent foliage Red and green
Always autumn Always autumn
Blossom little diode To flowers of the dead season Hibernate behind the snowfall Hear the old call To the ode we call the new yeaк I’ll be here Where the dew runs, runs, runs, the dew runs, runs Kissing your neck of the woods