Air transitions, hums tradition
shakes the park upside down
A curious contrast, a coloring contest
brightly covers the ground
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
from the front porch to the side street dying happily, happily
The sky has stepped out, my shade's come down
My shadow cannot withstand
The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace
I flutter into the hands of circumstance, circumstance, circumstance
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
from the front porch to the side street dying happily, happily
shakes the park upside down
A curious contrast, a coloring contest
brightly covers the ground
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
from the front porch to the side street dying happily, happily
The sky has stepped out, my shade's come down
My shadow cannot withstand
The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace
I flutter into the hands of circumstance, circumstance, circumstance
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
from the front porch to the side street dying happily, happily