From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pierT i m e s t r e t c h e d
There's not enough lines on the stave
To capture the music I crave
There's not enough strings to my bow
And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen
There's not enough notes in this scale
It feels like I'm chasing my tail
And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss
And I must be insane To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice
Lazy old sun
What have you done to summertime?
Hiding away
Behind all those misty thunder clouds
I don't mind
To spend my time
Looking for you
If you feel
Compelled towards me
Then it's just gravity
The seconds
Stretch to days
Because time was
Made that way
Pictures of us
In the spring.
We were so young.
Are we still, are we still
Scattered around on the ground, in the heaped
dry leaves?
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