Quiet, please: There are leaves falling
Trees do their striptease, summer is ending
I wonder why you look so far away
Against the sky in fifty shades of gray
Night falls like a grand piano
Outside it could be China
Let's watch the trees that trickled
Toward the sun dance in the rain
Dying to have some fun
Thunder sings a requiem
Lightning is taking pictures of everything from every 
point of view
Let's go outside and have our picture taken too, I love 
you