Autums creeping upnthere across the lotnstands a tree alonenbut content to knownits leaves are still intact nclinging to each branchnholding onto the fear of being nakednnIt's a shame, that you wont be herento know this, everything that's changednand its a shamenthat you wont be herento see this building take its placenIt's a shame you wont be around to hear us allnrecite your namenin the distance rows of waving timbernfight back the changennblowing side to side, in Septembernall the leavse that fall we remembernblowing side to side, in Septembernall the leaves that fall, we remembernnthis thickened airnis stealing all my rights to breathnoh, my back bone grows weaker thanna scarecrow with no wingsnin the cold, soon we'll knownwhat a tragedy isnin the distance rows are waving timbernfight back the windnnblowing side to side, in Septembernall the leaves taht fall we remembernblowing side to side in Septembernall the leaves that fall we remembernna shadowingnI am not what it bringsnbut the weight of it all nmakes it hard too quicklynfind answers ask no questionsnthe wind brings out suggestionsnand leaves are deep impressionsna tragedy...nnblowing side to side, in Septembernall the leaves that fall, we remembernblowing side to side, in Septembernall the leaves that fall, we remembernwe remembernwe remembernwe remembernoh, we remembernwe remember...