It’s Autumn Sale around my cornernThey sell the news of summer daysnTo restart their ABC’s, yeahnThat’s how it is on rainy greysnnJust back since yesterdaynFrom the crowded shiny London streetsnAnd it meant to benA whole lot morenThan any Belgian scorenThis natural highnWill never be for sale for I just felt it’s lovennIt’s Autumn Sale at frontier stationnLeave your mind in borderlandnTravelling goes bold and nakednLive to see it for yourselfnnAnd you can sell the worldnBut you can’t unfold its mysterynIt sticks with usnWe’ll share it withnGood companynnAutumn Sale, we’ll sell you all of our superfluitynnPlease wash mennKindly, make me blind before entangling trains of thoughts, leave me mynnNewborn melodynLeave me with thisnLOVE-ly music buzzing my earsnThe awkward voices, the tearsnI want or don’t want to fearnNow that Autumn Sale is heren