5/28/2008

the last few golden leaves are clinging
tightly to their branches
like they don't want to let go
like they don't trust
what they don't know
what they don't know '
cause it's not quite winter
and it's not quite fall
and even though it's been a year
i cannot pass you by
not at all
i tell myself enough
my heart can't feel
the reason why must we into the darkest season
it's cold
getting colder
i dreamt last night of being older
i looked in the mirror there was so much grey
if i saw you tomorrow what would i say
what could you say
it's not quite winter
and it's not quite fall
and even though it's been a year
i cannot pass you by
not at all
i tell myself enough
my heart can't feel
the reason why must we into the darkest season
the darkest season
it's not that i'm not thankful
or grateful for what we've grown
it's not that i'm not living my life alright on my own
i just feel the empty space
i still feel the wind blow through
i just thought in any case that i'd always know you
it's not quite winter
and it's not quite fall
and even though it's been a year
i cannot pass you by
not at all
i tell myself enough
my heart can't feel
the reason why must we into the darkest season
the darkest season
and it's not quite fall
and even though it's been a year
i cannot pass you by
not at all
i tell myself enough
my heart can't feel
the reason why must we into the darkest season
the darkest season
the darkest season
- Deb Talan