there's a chill in the air and the colours
are running down from trees
a single drop shimmering
in the cold cold sunlight

i am in-between places (where) I should be

I'm frozen in time and getting weak
with the leaves I cannot leave
(withering away)

the fool that I am
I wanted to stay
moving on frightens me

cold water from the darkened sky
i can see your breath
footprints amidst the leaves
follow us through the naked trees

we are in-between places (where) we should be

we're frozen in time and getting weak
with the leaves we cannot leave
(withering away)

the fool that I am
I wanted to stay
moving on frightens me

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