Outside the dew is frozen tight
Into little tiny creatures silently reflecting light
Your breath looks like fire in the cold
And she says Will you still feel me, when the snow starts to fold?
That's how the story's told
The sun comes down
Snow's Turning black
Something has changed
In a blink of an eye
Your fingertips are drilling
Holes in the night
Does it really matter what we feel in this one moment in time?
Nothing will ever stay the same when Fall is turning golden over night
Changes come like the Moon and the Tide is making our hopes climb
Sleeping by the window waiting for an other (a) star to lose it's light
New season sent around my nose
Growing tender fragile blossoms around my soul is what I chose
I'm asking myself What will last?
I'd rather leave things behind in order to find what seems to be a lot more chosen than a soothing life