It was a late summer evening
Of flowered simplicity
Two lovers walked down a path
Bound by their mutual anxiety
The breeze was warm and it pa**ed with no threat
Of any of the orange tinged leaves
Two lovers gazes locked inside a season that more than breathed...
It was alive
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the Fall. She's Dead Again
That quiet girl that he loved
Followed, always, the clockwise sun
Sun rays, and dandaelion parades
Trumpeted all of her returns
He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone
In the singing gra**, the singing gra**
Who's song withered to a brown, d**hly moan saying
"She's not coming back.."
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the Fall. She's dead again
If that boy ever thaws again
His blue eyes will blacken
If happiness ever returns to him
It's trust he'll be lacking
God, stop this icy season
And its hungry branches
Bring on the Fall
Bring on the Fall, again
She's dead again....
Never got a chance to say to you
All the ways I ever cared for you
Bt now you're gone and locked inside this tomb
You're sealed away in fate's cold and concrete womb
I want to stay here forever
(though your presence, it cuts like a knife)
I want to wrap my arm's around you
(though your cold skin, it grows cold as ice)
Peaceful one
Laid in peaceful repose
Those eyes held skys
The highest that I've known
Your arms do fold so silent 'cross your chest
Give you my life until I catch up with your d**h
Chorus
And it cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
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