Lirieke:
Vienna Teng

Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all How sweet is the day, I'm craving a darkness

Well, it's you and it's me Me with a drink in my hand The ice is tinkling like a wind chime And late afternoon settles over the land And you're talking

There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace There'll be a soaring voice for our silent pleas We will hold our broken circle and begin to pray

Nightfall we're brushing past your town Destination not you my one And the driver doesn't know way down How deep these bright-eyed feelings run I've

Once when I was thirty one, I woke in the dead of night And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside Slipped downstairs in my bare feet, soon forgotten

In the fall we circle through the leaves and talk about the little ones And we smile but never say too much, the moment always vanishing One by one the

Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze Power lines draped across roads, you could drive on for days Well, it's all too perfect, time to look back

It's just the radio darling, just the radio Just the radio and your runaway imagination Just the radio darling, just the radio Just the radio, we could

Oh, no not now, please not now I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home And so why now? Oh, please not now I just stopped believing