The trees must have some disease
They look and dress in,
I had a name for that, love-is-gone,
They look and dress in,
I had a name for that, love-is-gone,
The unbearable sorrow of a constantly breaking heart
Thoughts of you in the coming
March northwestern
light - of an early Spring
Sunday afternoon. The Model, I draw
Music from your body. Pose a pose
Before me, oh most beautiful of all
I have ever seen. Make from within me
Creations into things and being. Please
Come back to me, I feel the fading.
The days of falling have fallen, now
I hit the ground. The Fall has called
Thoughts of you in the coming
March northwestern
light - of an early Spring
Sunday afternoon. The Model, I draw
Music from your body. Pose a pose
Before me, oh most beautiful of all
I have ever seen. Make from within me
Creations into things and being. Please
Come back to me, I feel the fading.
The days of falling have fallen, now
I hit the ground. The Fall has called