Rustling Frets

(hummmm) Gold and amber drift outside

my window pane

Listen to the quiet hum of distant rain

Muted colors falling softly on the street Slowing down the rhythm of

our heavy feet

In the autumn dusk we fade away

Underneath the skies of silver grey

Hold the warmth before the winter cold

In the stories that the leaves unfold

Teacup cooling down upon the wooden sill

Time is moving slow but we are slower still

Gentle shadows stretching long across the floor

We don't need to hurry anymore

In the autumn dusk we fade away

Underneath the skies of silver grey

Hold the warmth before the winter cold

In the stories that the leaves unfold

In the autumn dusk... (ahhhh)