now that's what i'm talkin about.
thanks for posting those...autumn dawnWords can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn.
Hear the leaves, see the sky, feel the wind
Blowing through the pages of an empty lexicon.
There's just no way to know where to begin.
Tongues are bound to tangle once the easy words are gone.
Swallow hard, open up, breathe it in.
Blessed be the ones who drink their fill and then move on,
For words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn.
Songs and perfect verses of the days before the snow,
Full of change in the air and all around,
Might capture all the magic of the days before they go,
But the leaves are the world's only sound.
The ice will soon be forming. The winter winds will blow.
Only time can pick the leaves back from the ground.
The lines to paint this picture are too tender to be drawn,
And words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn.
Memories and colours, flowing lines and sweeping curves,
Every day a different world passes by.
So much time to treasure things that cannot be preserved,
Hear the leaves, feel the wind, see the sky.
All the things you gather are the things that you deserve,
Swallow hard, open up, don't ask why.
I would like to bridge the distance of this moment that we're on,
But words can't fill the spaces on this perfect autumn dawn.
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now that's what i'm talkin about.
thanks for posting those...autumn dawnWords can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn.
Hear the leaves, see the sky, feel the wind
Blowing through the pages of an empty lexicon.
There's just no way to know where to begin.
Tongues are bound to tangle once the easy words are gone.
Swallow hard, open up, breathe it in.
Blessed be the ones who drink their fill and then move on,
For words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn. Songs and perfect verses of the days before the snow,
Full of change in the air and all around,
Might capture all the magic of the days before they go,
But the leaves are the world's only sound.
The ice will soon be forming. The winter winds will blow.
Only time can pick the leaves back from the ground.
The lines to paint this picture are too tender to be drawn,
And words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn. Memories and colours, flowing lines and sweeping curves,
Every day a different world passes by.
So much time to treasure things that cannot be preserved,
Hear the leaves, feel the wind, see the sky.
All the things you gather are the things that you deserve,
Swallow hard, open up, don't ask why.
I would like to bridge the distance of this moment that we're on,
But words can't fill the spaces on this perfect autumn dawn.
Hear the leaves, see the sky, feel the wind
Blowing through the pages of an empty lexicon.
There's just no way to know where to begin.
Tongues are bound to tangle once the easy words are gone.
Swallow hard, open up, breathe it in.
Blessed be the ones who drink their fill and then move on,
For words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn. Songs and perfect verses of the days before the snow,
Full of change in the air and all around,
Might capture all the magic of the days before they go,
But the leaves are the world's only sound.
The ice will soon be forming. The winter winds will blow.
Only time can pick the leaves back from the ground.
The lines to paint this picture are too tender to be drawn,
And words can't fill the spaces on a perfect autumn dawn. Memories and colours, flowing lines and sweeping curves,
Every day a different world passes by.
So much time to treasure things that cannot be preserved,
Hear the leaves, feel the wind, see the sky.
All the things you gather are the things that you deserve,
Swallow hard, open up, don't ask why.
I would like to bridge the distance of this moment that we're on,
But words can't fill the spaces on this perfect autumn dawn.
