If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season
Of the fallen leaves
And if the days grew shorter
And the darkness drew its order
From the autumn grey
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead
My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the
Day away instead
To worry about the emptiness that comes
If ever there's a need to watch the afternoon just roll into
The evening sky
Find comfort in the finer things that keep you close that keep you safe
Within this room
When it comes down to me
And I grit my teeth
And I start to stall
When it comes down to me
If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season
Of the fallen leaves
And if the days grew shorter
And the darkness drew its order
From the autumn grey
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead
My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead
To worry about the emptiness that comes
To worry about the emptiness that comes
