

The October wind is blowing cold through the trees Leaves spinning down
in the amber breeze
I’m dialing in the echoes,
chasing the sound While you trace the shadows on the frosted ground
Christian, your hand is a fire in the chill
The world is rushing past,
but we’re standing still.
And oh,
this October sky is a velvet gray
We wash the noise of the street away
With a silver guitar and your heart next to mine
We’re catching the light at the edge of the line
In the quiet hum,
in the autumn air
I look at you,
Christian, and the music is there.
Steel strings vibrating like a distant train
An old analog tape
running through the rain
You bring the calm to my restless beat A sudden warmth on
a lonely street
The harvest moon is rising slow and high
Reflecting the grace
in your quiet eye.
Et oh, ce ciel d’octobre est un gris de velours,
On lave le bruit de la rue sans détour,
Avec une guitare d’argent et ton cœur contre le mien,
On attrape la lumière au bout du chemin,
Dans le doux bourdonnement,
dans l’air d’automne, Je te regarde,
Christian, et la musique résonne.
Let the distortion fade
into the dark
We don’t need the stadium,
just this spark
A late October night,
just me and you
Creating a rhythm that’s honest and true.
Just a beautiful frequency in the cold…
Holding onto you as the year grows old.
Christian and the music…
In the October air. (mmmmm)