Pale September
I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me
Like cotton on my skin

But as the embers of the summer
Lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms
Resounded from within

But then he rose brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down
In a pile at my feet

And my winter giving way to warm
As I'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts, his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts

And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows
He knows my touch will reap

And all my armour falling down
In a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I'm singing him to sleep

All my armour falling down
In a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I'm singing him to sleep

All my armour falling down
In a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I'm singing him to sleep