Autumn under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero crying as we stood out their in cold, Like these autumn leaves I dont have to hold
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoues, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, I hear him singing while he sits in his chair, While these autumn leaves float around everywhere
And I look at you, and I see me, making noise reslessly, But it's quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
Autumn leaves fading now, That smiles that I've lost, well I've found some how, Because you still on in my eyes, These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves are your tonite.