Autumn
Joanna Syme, Tom Iansek
Feet keep on running
A new light is coming our way
Hands turn to pockets
The blues and the greens turn to browns and greys
Leaves are falling all around
My feet can barely touch the ground
Hold tight, it's time now
It's time to turn the food down to our roots
But don't run and cry yet
'Cause death has never looked so beautiful
Feet keep on tapping
New rhythms we're clapping today
So sweep out your driveway
And hope that a new life comes your way