I waited by the window
Cheeks pressed so close
A cloud appeared
We never needed to say much
but the draw was more then we knew
Flakes of forgotten rain
Slowly came falling down
Dancing a magnificent dance
Before their death to the pane
A gust twirled colorful degeneration
The seasons has changed
And yet as fierce as a flame to flint
As sure as the hand strikes 12
The only thing keeping me alive
is that I feel the chill of the fall
So maybe you wont come
When soil has turned to rust
And the green to gray
When water slows down to the speed of molasses
When it becomes so pure
Its white
When all you can hear is falling feathers
I will be there
Cheeks pressed so close
A cloud appears
