Squealer Grey
Hopes falling away
There's nothing to stay
All around me just loss
But who pays the cost?
My longing it ends
On this last of all days
And the last tear dried out
Before touching the ground
Brown leaves are flying
Blown down by the wind
Autumn is coming
Turning me to grey
These days getting cold
Uncertain future obscured
The uncrawling frost
Slowly covers my soul
Brown leaves are flying
Blown down by the wind
Autumn is coming
Turning me to grey
Iceflowers on the window
No chance to watch the world
It's the beginning of the end
I'm not afraid of winterfrost
Brown leaves are flying
Blown down by the wind
Autumn is coming
Turning me to grey
