This season is about to draw its curtain call
She draws a smile to please you all
The Autumn holds its fiery tongue
To the uncertainty of what's to come
Draw a footstep in the sand
All of your people at your command
Close the door to their soul
Block the sun forevermore
Wavering voice fills the room
The light casts its shadow on the sand
The Autumn holds its fiery tongue
To the uncertainty of what's to come
Draw the sun in a dark room
On parchment paper
Your mother's scorn
Read the string at your front door
Cast the spell forevermore
