The Fall

Something about you

Reminds me of a cool autumn day

Birds fly away

The feeling of the north wind that blows in the cold

Colourful leaves that

Fall from the trees

They dance through the air

Till they’re crushed underfoot

Do you loathe growing old?

It’s only when you’re gone that I start to see it

We’re running barefoot in the summertime

Footloose or fancy shoes and no reason for rhyming

Flowers in bloom and fresh fruit in red wine

And everything’s fine

Everything’s fine

Ants have been building

And storing supplies

They scurry around

To ready the hive

Do you know we’ll survive?

And when we are together

I know you want something

You need someone

To somehow forecast years of summertime

It’s only when you’ve done that I start to feel it

We’re running barefoot in the summertime

Footloose or fancy shoes and no reason for rhyming

Flowers in bloom and fresh fruit in red wine

And everything’s fine, everything’s fine

It’s fine