I looked for you today, in the shadows of the trees
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the crystal moon
Or touch the slow autumn before the wilting of yesterday came forth
I have seen you from my window, out amongst the unforeseen
Where no one sees your hand clasped in mine
But we indulge it just the same
You always recede through the night
Carrying with you that sadness of yours; I know.
It's as though my heart is a mere extension of your own
That our souls were only half mast; until we merged and became one.
Is it you who is seeking me? Was it always you?
Is that why you frequent my dreams as often as you do?
Or is it I, that climbs like a blossom; who's petals reach to graze against your cheek,
Who'd give the world to feel safe while laying in your hallowed arms
As the brown leaf dropped onto the crimson ground,
This empty house nestles in for the night.
With the sun waning through the pines and the groves
Darkness blinds the eyes from seeing, though the soul is far from sleep
I know you are my keepsake,
My slow falling autumn.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the crystal moon
Or touch the slow autumn before the wilting of yesterday came forth
I have seen you from my window, out amongst the unforeseen
Where no one sees your hand clasped in mine
But we indulge it just the same
You always recede through the night
Carrying with you that sadness of yours; I know.
It's as though my heart is a mere extension of your own
That our souls were only half mast; until we merged and became one.
Is it you who is seeking me? Was it always you?
Is that why you frequent my dreams as often as you do?
Or is it I, that climbs like a blossom; who's petals reach to graze against your cheek,
Who'd give the world to feel safe while laying in your hallowed arms
As the brown leaf dropped onto the crimson ground,
This empty house nestles in for the night.
With the sun waning through the pines and the groves
Darkness blinds the eyes from seeing, though the soul is far from sleep
I know you are my keepsake,
My slow falling autumn.
