Green September
Burned to October brown
Bare November

Led to December's frozen ground
The seasons stumbled round
Our drifting lives are bound

To a falling crescent noon
 
Feather clouds cry

A vale of tears to earth
Morning breaks and
No one sees the quiet mountain birth

Dressed in a brand new day
The sun is on its way
To a falling crescent noon

 
Somewhere in
A fairytale forest lies one

Answer that is waiting to be heard
 
 

You and I were
Born like the breaking day
All our seasons

All our green Septembers
Burn away
Slowly we'll fade into

A sea of midnight blue
And a falling crescent noon