First leaf is falling
Taunting the window
Floating all around
Never touching the ground
Trees are blushing
Under the window
Deep-rocted and astounded
Helpless and surrounded
I guess I'm shaking
While I'm looking through the window
Waiting for the sound
That will start the last round
And you're here, near, as smooth as the fear
That you need to reply
My dear, it's clear, you'll catch me with cheers oh your smile won't hide your aim
First leaf is still failing
Taunting the window
Hovering around
Flirting with the ground
And you're here, near, as smooth as the fear
That you need to provide
Here, near, as smooth as the fear
That you need to reply
My dear, it's clear, you'll catch me with cheers oh your smile won't hide your aim
Watch you crossing the street
Carrying that sad smile on your face your feet, hit the ground in an ocean of noise
How many seconds before you ring my bell, or maybe will you knock?
I'm here near, waiting for the shock
