Twenty minutes before she goes

She'll try to say what's on her mind

Oh, such a simple task

Her finger playing with the keys

She'll be at the table

Too afraid to ask

Everything

Is a placeholder

Walking in the dark

Can't they feel

The sun is getting colder?

Fall is coming right on time

Now he's putting on his clothes

Thinks of the word corrosion

And it's hard to smile behind a mask

Every memory is a rock

And all his paintings are real

Well, yeah, that's just art

Everything

Is a placeholder

Walking in the dark

Can't they feel

The sun is getting colder?

Fall is coming right on time

They used to fit like a glove

Now they hide their hands

No surprise

Everything

Is a placeholder

Walking in the dark

Can't they feel

The sun is getting colder?

Fall is coming right on time

Fall is coming right on time

Fall is coming right on time