Fragile as a leaf in autumn
My feet don't look like they're my own
it was just the season
I pick up a stone that I cast to the sky
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
Doesn't it seem like I'm looking for an answer
It's not the pale moon that excites me
Asleep at dawn, the embers burn on
The reeds and brass have been weaving
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
Wake up with rain fallining on a tin roof
Your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
My heart is drenched in wine
