Leaves Still Fall - Atelier High
She walks alone
where the rivers bend
Through streets that whisper
summer's end
A rusted bench
a paper bag
She reads the lines
that bring her back
October rain
on her window pane
A fragile calm
beneath the ache
The scarf she wears
still smells like home
But home's a place
she's never known
And the leaves still fall
Like they always do
Turning gold to brown
Turning me to you
Every breath I take
Tastes like yesterday
But you're a ghost
the wind will blow
away
The coffee's cold
the daylight's thin
She counts the days
she won't begin
And every song
the nightbird sings
Still carries weight
of smaller things
There's beauty here
in every fade
A soft goodbye
in every shade
And the leaves still fall
Like they always do
Turning gold to brown
Turning me to you
Every breath I take
Tastes like yesterday
But you're a ghost
the wind will blow
away
If love was autumn
it would sound like this
A fleeting touch
a half-remembered kiss
And though the sky
forgets your name
The seasons turn
and I feel the same
And the leaves still fall
They don't ask me why
Just drift through time
beneath a colder sky
Every year I swear