What a shame that leaves fall down
When autumn comes they touch the ground...

I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...

Slaughter me, take this pain away...

For all my memories…
And tales of misty waterfalls...

My final fall
It was so many years ago...

Fearful and so close to dread
Time had come and sail he set...

Sounds of feet as the subway empties
What an echo of a day...

Being the storm
Sing another winter tale...

The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...

Like something torn apart from summer time
A seagull in this frozen land...

When I was small I wrote a letter
There was no sender, no postal code...