Bon Road

Ooh, leaves are falling gold I save the lens for the road Ooh, seeming why you left I stay here with gold intent Coventry, the sound to me Is the light beneath the road I believe in mystery In stories left untold I believe in something bigger Frigid night spits gold Soon you'll come back around Statuary signs, a midsummer's night Dream the air has gone so dry It is clear to see you're a mystery Scattered deep beneath the fold Give into the night, nothing's meant to be Nothing's clear to see at all No you don't believe in slowed rites of heartsease A purple iris you hide Nearby, the skies prolong for you Soon you'll come back around