Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to December’s frozen ground
The seasons stumbled round Our drifting lives are bound To a falling crescent noon
Feather clouds cry A vale of tears to earth Morning breaks and No one sees a quiet mountain bird
Dressed in a brand new day The sun is on its way To a falling crescent noon
Somewhere In a fairy tale forest Les one Answer that is waiting to be heard
You and I were Born like the breaking day All our seasons All our green Septembers burn away
Slowly we’ll fade into The sea of midnight blue And a falling crescent noonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
