

(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)