Autumn Rainsong

Raindrops trace

the window pane

Autumn leaves

wash down the drain

I still hear

your quiet name

Underneath

the streetlamp's glow (mmmmm)

Oh, it's a sweet

and bittersweet design

Your hand is no longer holding mine

But I still feel

the warmth of our gold line

Swaying in the cold october rain (yeah)

Empty cup

of chamomile

I try to trace your fleeting smile Could we stay here for

a while?

Just a memory in the dark

Oh, it's a sweet and bittersweet design

Your hand is no longer holding mine

But I still feel the warmth of our gold line

Swaying in the cold october rain

Cold october rain

Swaying in the rain (ahhhh)