Falling Leaves Romance
Golden canopies shaking in the breeze
Rustling music falling through the trees (ahhhh)
Every branch is letting go with ease
Oh I love the way the leaves drift down
Painting paths of amber
on the town (ooh)
Spinning in a quiet,
fragile dance
Crimson carpet resting on the floor
Winter whispering outside the door
But I
still walk the paths we walked
before
Oh I love the way the leaves drift down
Painting paths of amber on the town (ooh)
Spinning in a quiet,
fragile dance
Drifting down... (mmmmm)