Another season flows through me,
Autumn, the cold sun blinds me, takes me,
Any time, it takes me anywhere.
I, I want to be
There is still a hope for me
Sweet grass, hold me down,
Gold skies, touch the ground,
See me, through the cold.
Keep me out.
My soul, out of the hollows.
Autumn, the cold sun blinds me, takes me,
Any time, it takes me anywhere.
I, I want to be
There is still a hope for me
Sweet grass, hold me down,
Gold skies, touch the ground,
See me, through the cold.
Keep me out.
My soul, out of the hollows.