its the kind of day you never wake up from a summers day has come to mind in autumn eyes are heavy nights are long forgotten in every place and every heart branches bare the moons not misbegotten was it hesitant from the start some people say that when youre feeling rotten in a kind of way in a kind of way lying still you listen to the noises roll your heads and rub your noses cupboards bare you lack of further choices who of us now knows where the time goes speak now love to me of your return its not how much you make but what you earn put your petals in a pile and watch them burn in a kind of way in a kind of way come what may in a kind of way desperate days are mixed with those that arent in a kinder way on holidays i swear i hear an echo you hold tight to it then you simply let go sure as you let those feelings show they let you know that you are not alone speak now love to me of your return its not how much you make but what you earn put your petals in a pile and watch them burn in a kind of way in a kind of way