Burned to October brown
 Bare November
 Led to December's frozen ground
 The seasons stumbled round
 Our drifting lives are bound
 To a falling crescent noon

 Feather clouds cry
 A vale of tears to earth
 Morning breaks and
 No one sees the quiet mountain birth
 Dressed in a brand new day
 The sun is on its way
 To a falling crescent noon

 Somewhere in
 A fairytale forest lies one
 Answer that is waiting to be heard


 You and I were
 Born like the breaking day
 All our seasons
 All our green Septembers
 Burn away
 Slowly we'll fade into
 A sea of midnight blue
 And a falling crescent noon