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