You seem to be sweeping up leaves
The field is windy and wet
I end up leaning over the fence

That's the borders I've set for myself

This isn't something we should throw lightly aside

It should be hurled with force
This isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force


You say that's an overstatement
I don't think it will do

Walking our small dogs
Should I hand them to you?
And no, of course, I haven't met somebody new


A few gaps in the clouds
Was all that it took

To entice us into this
Sad attempt at preserving, but now I know


This isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
This isn't something we should throw lightly aside

It should be hurled with force

You say that's an overstatement

I don't think it will do
These laughably small dogs
I think I'll hand them to you

So tell me now, have you met somebody new?

May the iron bars stand upright

May the iron bars stand upright
It's the sharp end of a season
Sharp end of a season

Sharp end of a season
Sharp end of a season


We were saving daylight
But now there's no morning
One has to know when one has to stop

No morning for us

You say that's an overstatement

I don't think it will do
Look at these small dogs
What can we do?

I take one, and you take the other two