Looking outside my window, lost in thought.
It's the end of autumn, there are dead leaves everywhere
Some of them are piled up, neatly
Hiding the decaying ones underneath
Some of them whirl around,
Blown forth and back by the wind
It's so much like looking into my own head...
I remember his eyes, melancholic and brown
His hands, as cold as the season
And a faint smell of moist soil, hiding behind the cigarettes'
It was like he kept a piece of autumn
In his pocket, all through the year...
It's not just him I want to remember
It's another time, another me
An era of my life I can't leave behind
A piece of me, that no one seemed to like
Longing for a home, feeling alone
Looking for an escape, from everything around
With freedom being nothing but a slogan
The faintest wind was enough to drag me along
I go out, pick one leaf up from the ground
It's bright red, beautiful
It's not like the sad, pale ones in my memory
It's like how I fell now, about my life and me
There is a time for everything, I know
And it is the time for letting it go for me...
