It was a late summer evening
Of flowered simplicity
Two lovers walked down a path
Bound by their mutual anxiety

The breeze was warm
And it passed with no threat
Of any of the orange tinged leaves
Two lovers gazes locked inside a season
That more than breathed
It was alive

She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the fall
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again

That quiet girl that he loved
Followed, always, the clockwise sun
Sun rays, and dandaelion parades
Trumpeted all of her returns

He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone
In the singing grass, the singing grass
Who's song withered to a brown
Deathly moan saying
She's not coming back

She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
She's not coming back, my friend
Bring on the fall
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again
She's dead again

If that boy ever thaws again
His blue eyes will blacken
If happiness ever returns to him
It's trust he'll be lacking
God, stop this icy season
And its hungry branches
Bring on the fall
Bring on the fall, again

She's dead again