Lovers.

As shadows on these walls, we move.
Sliding across seasonal patterns,
As we lovers keep up with coming Autumn's news.

We broke the silence of that chilly afternoon,
He left the door open, letting winter indoors.
Oh, he left too soon.
Why would he leave so soon?

Lives spin along,
Our grandfather clock ticking quickly,
As he's in the wrong.
We're all falling into the wrong.

Now she sits alone.
Those vintage homes keep her lonely company,
As she waited for him to come home.
His love was sinking to her table,
Into her coffee and out her radio.
Laughter was a chore she was unable to do.

Long lasted her winter days,
He left his love on her doorstep,
And autumn had sent winter in waves of blue.
She left her love behind,
As we lovers do.