A day of shadows Visiting old memories Found in old scrapbooks
A day of shadows Visiting old memories Found in old scrapbooks
As all these colors are spreading across the sky and you are here now •
After the rain falls And I open my window I hear a new song
Beautiful pumpkin You have many Partisans This is your season
Suddenly I see Just another metaphor So on and so on
Watching the leaves fall Spiraling and twisting down As musings wander
Just another shock When shock becomes meaningless God becomes shocking
It all makes sense now No! I’m just fooling myself I just need caffeine
Hysteria! No All that passes away here It’s not important
Only forgotten Perfect days pass by In laughter and memories
The rising tide 