When the leaves are falling,
And the sky turns grey,
May your tears remember
A more joyous day.
I would have lived in envy
Of a world embraced.
But this escape works only
with myself erased.
And the sky turns grey,
May your tears remember
A more joyous day.
I would have lived in envy
Of a world embraced.
But this escape works only
with myself erased.