I did not kiss him, but hid a kiss in a smile
And now of all I miss
I most recall
Those lips I should have kissed...
The usual, slow, unbelievable ending of this everything...
Leaves were falling...
Leaves were falling, they really were.
He turned from me, to the window, to the mirror,
He smiled some sort of smile...
Then turned away,
and walked away,
Getting slowly smaller,
As receding people do...
Leaves were falling, they really were...
They really were...