head so they bury me just the same deep the well deeper still the weight of my descent filling, surrounding me i too, become the well i too
The Ending of Autumn the color of summer haste will take what we need and lay them to waste swore we'd never quit the fight a need to win the color of
in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty old gas pumps Try to fill my mind up with Somethin' 'fore I go Picture postcard memories Well, they always
Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soaking it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't balling Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe
haunt your back And sometimes I feel so flat Then like some rare eagle on the wind Well it turns and life comes bursting
so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn
Ah, it's open season here my friend It always is, it always has been Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A. We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
Let's read the trees and their autumn leaves As they fall like a dress undone At the end of summers, love will find lovers Who need the shadows of a winter
some papers, yeah 'Bout to inhale like I'm finnin' to see Satan, what? 'Bout to exhale like I'm finnin' to see my savior So get the leaves and trees like it's autumn
in your eyes The autumn dies with no goodbyes to say A kiss will stay with you And what your heart has longed to touch Two willing lips can tell so well
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
good reason Why their favorite season is their favorite season Winter winners and those summers sons Are good for everyone, good for everyone Spring has sprung And autumns so well
back Before you kill us all Well its a desperate situation I got a strong will to survive But if this place is any indication I may not make it out on time Well
I'm cookin soup got a bunch of villains that be playin on my phone always sayin nothing wrong like I wouldn't screw Oh well Change my number think ??
The midnight sky is starless But an autumn moon it calls to me. Like a tide tongues round an island, How your naked soul it calls to me. I come to you
agenda Give up the great pretender With baby eyes of green Wake up you're holding on to nothing You know you're only bluffing As dead as autumn leaves
be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well,
brushes any more? I used to like your style I see no paintings anywhere And there's no smell of turpentine Did I really have no meaning? Well, I never
