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I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.
Autumn leaves under frozen souls. Hungry hands turning soft and old. My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold - ike these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes. Too young to say, though I swear he knew, I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair while these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
And I look at you, and I see me making noise so restlessly. But now it's quiet and I can hear you saying, 'my little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry.'
Autumn leaves have faded now. That smile that I've lost, well I've found somehow... cause you still live on in my father's eyes. These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves are yours tonight.
