It was a late summer evening
Of flowered simplicity
Two lovers walked down a path
Bound by their mutual anxiety

The breeze was warm and it passed with no threat
Of any of the orange tinged leaves
Two lovers gazes locked inside a season that more than breathed
It was alive

She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the Fall She's Dead Again

That quiet girl that he loved
Followed, always, the clockwise sun
Sun rays, and dandaelion parades
Trumpeted all of her returns

He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone
In the singing grass, the singing grass
Who's song withered to a brown, deathly moan saying
"She's not coming back"

She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the Fall She's dead again

If that boy ever thaws again,
His blue eyes will blacken
If happiness ever returns to him,
It's trust he'll be lacking
God, stop this icy season
And it's hungry branches
Bring on the Fall
Bring on the Fall, again

She's dead again

Never got a chance to say to you
All the ways I ever cared for you
Bt now you're gone and locked inside this tom
You're sealed away in fate's cold and concrete wom

I want to stay here forever
(though your presence, it cuts like a knife)
I want to wrap my arm's around you
(though your cold skin, it grows cold as ice)

Peaceful one
Laid in peaceful repose
Those eyes held skys
The highest that I've known
Your arms do fold so silent 'cross your chest
Give you my life until I catch up with your death

Chorus

And it cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife
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