[00:29.58]Don't tell me
[00:33.21]That you get sick of living
[00:37.86]When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen
[00:44.19]All of the things that we though we had owned then
[00:49.89]Have disappeared
[00:58.86]All these things in flavour
[01:00.18]Won't do you no favours
[01:07.56]When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning
[01:13.86]You relent, you resent, now you're burning
[01:19.53]For nothing to change....
[01:27.84]There's something there...
[01:28.86](amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
[01:32.10]Won't rest
[01:35.88](only minutes, only hours)
[01:47.16]Unless
[01:47.31](now the morning breaks in showers)
[01:48.81]I guess
[01:57.06]We'll remember this all of our lives
[01:57.78]On the last good day of the year
[02:07.56]All the leaves are turning
[02:12.42]Autumn's fingers burnished
[02:16.86]Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime
[02:23.40]Kinda working my way through a dream
[02:28.23]I was having alone
[02:36.66]There's something there...
[02:40.35](amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
[02:42.51]Won't rest
[02:45.78](only minutes, only hours)
[02:51.18]Unless
[02:51.33](now the morning breaks in showers)
[02:55.23]I'm left
[02:55.41]With the north wind breathing down my neck...
[03:06.75]On the last good day of the year.....
[03:25.35](don't know where i end and where you begin...)

Don't tell me
That you get sick of living
When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen
All of the things that we though we had owned then
Have disappeared
All these things in flavour
Won't do you no favours
When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning
You relent, you resent, now you're burning
For nothing to change....
There's something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
Won't rest
(only minutes, only hours)
Unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I guess
We'll remember this all of our lives
On the last good day of the year
All the leaves are turning
Autumn's fingers burnished
Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime
Kinda working my way through a dream
I was having alone
There's something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
Won't rest
(only minutes, only hours)
Unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I'm left
With the north wind breathing down my neck...
On the last good day of the year.....
(don't know where i end and where you begin...)