Autumn comes disguised

In its melancholy suit

Faint, its light

As we walk in the park

Me and you

The winter's raw

Is your embrace weather or is it love,

my love?

I need to know

That it just couldn't be anyone but me

I'm so happy

I'm so happy

It's fascination

I am happy

to the point of

desperation

Let it come what may

It's the season of the rain

and we shall bloom in tune

We sip on wine

and bathe underneath the moon

All the memories

Created under skies so blue

Naked skin

Tan and thin

It's how I'll remember you

when I am seventy

The memory of a loss

The picture of a cross

Sponsored by the past

Cause the past always had

Something dear to rub right in your face.