A Comfortable Sleep

On a Tuesday morning in July I was bright and breezy, not willing to die And my skin was renewed by a comfortable sleep I was born again, light on my feet Then your sillhouette caught my eye So hold your tongue, don't look my way Cause I know we are

Our sparks grew dim when the nights drew in the exit you made I associate with the time of the year so I'll fly away when the leaves begin to fall fly away when the cold wind blows against my door fly away to hide beneath the sun I'm leaving septembe