Autumn

I dream of her I dream the distance I dream of sacred I dream the cold! So call me out into the sun Bitter as always, coming undone. It’s always the cold in Autumn that reminds me of what I loved. I dream of silence I dream the panic I dream of death I dream the rush! So call me out into the sun Bitter as always, coming undone. It’s always the cold in Autumn that reminds me of what I loved. It’s always the cold in Autumn… I dream of her! I dream of her!