Air transitions hums tradition Shakes the park upside down A curious contrast, a colouring contest Brightly covers the ground Small things; they're all involuntary My colours dim and vary and one by one fall from grace To my feet, they cling unintentionally From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily The sky has stepped out, my shade has come down My shadow cannot withstand The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace I flutter into the hands of circumstance (Circumstance, circumstance, circumstance) Small things; they're all involuntary My colours dim and vary and one by one fall from grace To my feet, they cling unintentionally From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily