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

Being the storm
Sing another winter tale...

I bought a little fish today
For my new glass-jar...

Slaughter me, take this pain away...

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

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

There was a journey
And a sky of iron...

We took some thread with short pale fingers
And we cross-stitched the moon to place...

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

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

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

She was autumn, he was winter
She was spring when he was summer...