So, summer's on the outs Cicadas swim around the house Crickets clicking down the block We are on an early morning walk
No one's up, and no cars on the street Hiding from an unrelenting heat Sun is climbing out from underneath Lighting up and roasting tired leaves
Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold
A breeze blew in and autumn came to town Branches bare, the leaves rest on the ground All that summer worked to bud and bloom Only to be swept up by a broom
An uninvited frost formed overnight By early afternoon, we're losing light Now they're saying two, three feet of snow The reading dips to ten degrees below
Morning's bright, the ancient ice withdraws I take one step and the ground begins to thaw Tiny grasses spring up 'round my shoe Eager bits of green start peeking through
Seedlings turn to chutes and shoot up high Thunderclouds hold hostage summer sky Concrete's hot with fire it can't contain We sit in front of fans and wait for rain
And just like that, summer's on the outs Cicadas swim around the house Crickets clicking down the block While we are on an early morning walk
Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold
Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to gold Green to gold, going green to goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
