We reached our peak so we’re off to sleep The singing summer’s now humming a lullaby. Tuck yourself in, while I search for a new sin I’ve already caught your yelling yawn. The autumns nye and I a dying leaf Still green, but barely hanging from your tree. I’ll wrap myself up, in a hat and gloves But your cold will still nip at the spaces between. There’s no shield from the shredding of love So I’ll sweep with the wind to better things.