Lirieke: The Honey Month. Foliage.

Brown foliage, the autumn time
All the clouds in my breath
And you say the grass is as tall as the sky
Well at least, as tall as my head

Brown foliage, losing my mind
Where is my body taking my head?
And you say the grass is starting to die
That the season isn't my friend

Brown foliage, the autumn time
All the clouds in my breath
And you say the grass is as tall as the sky
Well as least, as tall as my head