Not To Be Persons Lyrics

6pm Not To Be Persons

It's never been so cold,
leaves are hanging up in the air.
Below my fair glance,
all this happening step by step.

I don't long for going back home,
I'm pleasant.
Nevertheless I didn't learnt the hours,
why are my clothes different of yours?

...however this things go smaller for you...

I don't long for going back home,
I'm pleasant.
Nevertheless I didn't learnt the hours,
why are my clothes different of yours?