I prefer the leaves over the sand.
Everything's at peace in a blanket of orange.
It isn't hard to feel the lights all changing over me
and the soft touch of caressing breeze
is just enough to make me feel alive.
Its so warm inside.
I see a falling sea of different shapes and colors hanging over me
and I believe that I have never been so close to home. These sun swept puddles of a dark red gleam
are taking me back home,
and well its comforting to know,
this halloween won't be spent alone.
In the harvest moon, I see my reflection.
Things get better soon, with autumn air affection.
To feel a frigid breeze upon the colors I can see
and no one doesn't ever seem to see the world as bright as me.
And I swear to thee,
as these autumn leaves fall over me
I might just be the greatest man that I can be.
I see a falling sea of different shapes and colors hanging over me