Drifting,

When you found me,

On the shoreline,

Jaded,

By the skyline,

And The Old Times.

Gold as only Autumn can be,

Let the leafs remain on the tree’s,

And I am awake,

And I am awake,

Let me fall for this the first time,

We have Known the perils of the winter nights,

Oh Those winter nights.

Waiting,

For the first sign,

At the state line.

And I trembled,

As the snow fell,

For the last time,

And we’ll make do.

All the moments we have made,

The days before the summer wained,

Are sweeter now,

But bitter somehow.

Tear the roots and break the bows,

Oh we have learned the lessons of our kin now,

Forever bound.

I never ran,

I never Knew,

And like the light,

you fell from view.

And we’ll make do.