I can't remember after November,
What life had become,
But I can remember that during September,
We were one, we were one.

Autumn calls for greys and shades of red,
For golds and deep purples--until all leaves are dead,
Our love, like leaves, was vibrant and green,
Now so dull, it cannot be seen.

This fall is different, probably not to you,
These autumn winds blow colder than what I'm used,
Craving your touch; your molten skin,
Give me the strength to relieve the sadness within.

These autumn winds. These autumn winds.