Those frosted amber days of fall have come into fruition
Leaves fall like money dropped, the trees just paying tuition

The dew upon the spiders web as if all she caught were diamonds
And sunlight spills out on the valley to nudge the sleeping highlands

Tell me then just what you said from behind that veil of fire
That night we saw it all come down and you called the moon a liar

These days fall short of 5 o’clock and the night is extra quiet
It hangs its head and drags its feet with no one to stand by it

I’ll tell you what you told me as your lips were burned away
You said “maybe, I don’t know. But I can’t, not here today”

This is why I don’t mind that there’s a vacancy in my life
No confusion to be sorted out no cursing and no strife

So I’ll drag my feet along with the night through streams of dying leaves
And those who see me on the rivers shore will know the one who grieves