Dead Again
It was a late summer evening
Of flowered simplicity
Two lovers walked down a path
Bound by their mutual anxiety
The breeze was warm
And it passed with no threat
Of any of the orange tinged leaves
Two lovers gazes locked inside a season
That more than breathed
It was alive
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the fall
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
That quiet girl that he loved
Followed, always, the clockwise sun
Sun rays, and dandaelion parades
Trumpeted all of her returns
He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone
In the singing grass, the singing grass
Who's song withered to a brown
Deathly moan saying
She's not coming back
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the fall
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
If that boy ever thaws again
His blue eyes will blacken
If happiness ever returns to him
It's trust he'll be lacking
God, stop this icy season
And its hungry branches
Bring on the fall
Bring on the fall, again
She's dead again