Watch the leaves fall to the ground into the snow
A change of seasons that I used to know
I watch myself stuck outside I feel the cold
If nothing seems to fit this shoe I need to feel
A change of seasons, no borrowed time, nomad appeal
In the future there is time
But I cant see past mine
Its these times that we all learn
A change to fall and we plunder
I want to see the sun
The clouds that float upon
The leaves that fallen down
They tell us that
In the future there is time
But I cant see past mine
Its these times that we all learn
A change to fall and we plunder
I journey through the end of time
I feel it right
I know the sight
Untethered tales of of no delight
No one in sight
Keep up the fight
I cross this journey, into the sea of the sky
Riding my stalion, IIIII
I am, onto my own ways
I truck through the storm
Im fighting lightening by
These bolts of thunder divide the tide
Waiting to ig-
Night time travels, astral visions
Projections of major constellations
Words come to mind, from the far off dead
To travel the trails, Until the bricks turn red
In these seasons we fight
But I cant get past mine
Its these times that we learn
A change to fall and we plunder
A change to fall and we plunder
A change to fall