you know my love it grows, like an autumn bone. Oh you know my love it grows, like an autumn bone. Oh you know my love it grows, like an autumn bone,
Miss you most of all When all those autumn leaves start to fall Drifting by my window They come up over the wall Why does a good thing have to do end
gently and like autumn she brings sadness The leaves are left behind and winter?s in my bones But I won?t stand here crying
leaves fall gently and like autumn she brings sadness The leaves are left behind and winter's in my bones But I won't stand here crying I won't stand
agenda Give up the great pretender With baby eyes of green Wake up you're holding on to nothing You know you're only bluffing As dead as autumn leaves
Wherever they could She told him not to run with the pack but he knew that he should. Or there'd be no bones The weak sun of the Autumn days Carried
All that was gold has lost its shine. All that was sure has become obscured. Yes there was autumn, burnished and sleek. Fit for smiling, winged gliding
watch our descendants last steps on earth So, unnoticed we will pass away, like a flickering in the perpetual chaos The timebird rose from its nest of bones
passing years have stolen my smile My reflection a stranger Behind the attic door Between the silhouettes The wet kiss of death in the night-time mist Upon the autumn
through godless lands, forever dying. Masses of messengers see now as horror unfolds. Bones are broken and lives are destroyed. Cities crumble beneath an autumn
must be what you like I loved you more than anything I tried to build the future turn a house into a home I wanted us to be one flesh and one bone It
I wish I could fly, please lend me your wings Chorus I hate the spring and all its storms I think the summer?s far too warm Just give me autumn and
that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse killed by leg-bone break He's horsehair rope now; horse-meat steak, we cleaned him to the bone Well these
the surgeon Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge Front page, "Daily Chronicle" reads "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect yo' seeds" You fall like autumn
pull up a seat Take in one symphony now We've just begun to battle Wrap your heel in bones of steel Turn the leg, a twist of color Autumn waited hold
Graveyard musty and cold Smells of autumn, smells of mold Pick up truckload full of bones There to play a few songs to one who's gone There there child
these days have bled me dry if lies were true and lies were new would you still walk alone or would you sharpen words that cut me to the bone? i've
Portable television, shrouded in snow In a raggedy van on the side of the road The night it had frozen through my little bones So you took me in your
