on a golden carpet of autumn leaves
a gray sun dances the waltz
our love has gone with the summer heat
your sweet talk now only rings false
we feel the harsh wind of reality
blow some sense into our minds
replace our madness with sanity
we realize we have been blind
we'd never have made it through winter
we hardly made it to here
in the end it's just our own loneliness
that we fear
the fresh green grass of the early spring
a welcome whiff of fresh hope
what felt like love was a passing fling
a story of limited scope
we'd never have made it through winter
we hardly made it to here
in the end it's just our own loneliness
that we fear
in the end it's just our own loneliness
that we fear