Paroles de Quiet Corner (feat. Ryan Francesconi)

A blue and windy day A month or so ago Was the last gasp of summertime this year And now the cold has come in It's damp and gray again Rotting all the fruit left on the vine Our hands can never keep up We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons Days grow short Fade away Sweet decay Of brown and gold Autumn rain She cascades The cloud's in the sky above no more In the south, the northwest The birds have come and gone With patterns in time the years pass us by And now the cold has come in again And again and again Rotting all the fruit left on the vine Our hands can never keep up We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons We never tire of the changing of the seasons Days grow short Fade away Sweet decay Of brown and gold Autumn rain She cascades The cloud's in the sky above no more Dark coming in Light fades to black Goin' where the wind goes Dark coming in Light fades to black Goin' where the wind goes Dark coming in Light fades to black Goin' where the wind goes The cloud's in the sky above no more