Autumn Through Your Eyes

Wind blows
Your hair down
I'm standing in a second out of time

A leaf brushes
Your face
Hinting at a genuine smile

Maybe its a sign
Becoming
An omen to divide
We're running
So ephemeral in style
So close and yet so far
I wish that I could see
An autumn through your eyes

Golden
Silence
You shiver to the touch of a hand

You turn over
Stay silent
Break slowly
Hands sliding

I try holding
To your fingers
All is fading
Nothing lingers

And we're rushing
Through an ending
Time's slowing
But we're trying to fade away
We re just trying to fade away

Maybe its a sign
Becoming
An omen to divide
We're running
So ephemeral in style
So close and yet so far
I wish that I could see
An autumn through your eyes
An autumn through your eyes
An autumn through your eyes
An autumn through your eyes
An autumn through your eyes
An autumn through your eyes