There's so many things I could write
about the days that are grey and the dismal, black night.
Those days that the sun hides, and nothing is right
Oh, there's so many things I could say.
There's so many things I could say,
a thousand stories untold.
About rainbows, my darling, and bright blessed snow,
and autumnal leaves laced with gold.
There's so many leaves on this ground,
they match the sweet music that's crashing around.
Can you hear it, my darling, can you hear the sound?
Oh, this music is perfect for me.
This music is perfect, you see?
I can see it upon the snowflakes, i can see it in the sea,
I can taste in the colours of the sweet summer breeze.
Oh this night, I'm in love with this place.
Oh, this night, I'm in love with this place.
It's perfect and lovely, just right for the pace,
and the music, it fills it with melancholy grace.
Oh, I promise I won't walk away.
Yes, I promise you, I won't walk away.
And maybe, my darling, it's cliche.
But I'll stay by your side,
through the cold bitter night,
and wake you in the dawn that is grey.
There's so many things I could say.
**I know, the lack of form disgusts me too. To jesse and breanne.**
