I see them burn in yellow, red and gold

It's getting colder- pull me closer to you

That tragic dance of dying leaves inspired so many songs

I will sing one

The artist & her canvas both hang- forgotten

How brilliant, how transient- she

Will be revered

In the next century

For now, I hold her in my ancient arms

And dress her in shades of green

Push my roots into her skin

Finally, she's free

To decorate an evergreen in the middle of her living room floor

And watch it die for a month

Recreate thе scenery of 1920's christmas cards

And nevеr ask why

See them burn in yellow, red and gold

It's getting colder- pull me closer to you

The tragic dance of dying leaves will be performed by us all

But that'll come later

Because today we're still green

// (there is a brief moment of struggle before connection is made) //

// (you'll have to keep your eyes closed, so as not to be blinded) //