Beneath the trees
I walk beside you, counting every step
Leaves and undreds line the path
In every shade of red
Beneath the trees
We hold our breath and wait for words to come
And our conversation had seen its seasons end
With the summers sun
Unlock the door when the doorbell rings
I've come to get my things
No need to talk about what night may bring
For I have come to get my things
I've been working out
Does it show?
You no longer bend this cold winds blow