On an autumn morning
Beautiful scenes play
surrounded, leaves dance
and I don't budge
This is the kind of morning in the fall
When the pain doesn't hurt at all
In fact, my misery feels just right
Amongst the beautiful scenes,
dancing leaves
and I don't budge
It's the kind of thing that you would fit right into
but you don't feel right
and I don't blame you
Beautiful scenes play
Colors and holiday
This is the kind of day in the fall
when the pain doesn't hurt at all
In fact, my misery feels just right
Amongst these memories, black and white
There's a book in my hand
and I don't budge
It's the kind of thing that you would fit right into
but you don't know that
I never told you
About the Colors and Holiday
