autumn days
won't you leave on a mirror
losing it's leaves
see that all had been moved to
skeleton trees
times of snow covered people
moving inside
times of forsaken people
times of night
days of dark coloured sundowns
find their way
days of one hundred hours
calling to stay
way down into your chamber
back at night
way down all through a mirror
you're outside
times of slow fading beauty
making you sad
times of short seasons could be
where it's at
days of dark coloured sundowns
find their ways
days of one hundred hours
autumn days