Mostly Autumn First Thought
So young
And everything is big
Staring out at the sky
Some blue, some grey and silver
First thought of it all
Spinning around
Turning around
I'll hold on to you girl
I'll hold on to you guys
We'll see this together
Never let go
Cold by the door
Blows through the letter box
So long ago
So cold
I'm crawling out of the sea
Small hands in the sand
Some misty day in August
So far from here
Spinning around
Turning around
Cold by the door
Blows through the letter box
So long ago
