the last few golden leaves are clinging 
tightly to their branches 
like they don't want to let go 
like they don't trust what 
they don't know what 
they don't know 
'cause it's not quite winter 
and it's not quite fall 
and even though it's been a year 
i cannot pass you by 
not at all i tell myself enough 
my heart can't feel the reason 
why must we into the darkest season 
it's cold getting colder 
i dreamt last night of being older 
i looked in the mirror there 
was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow 
what would i say what could you say 
it's not quite winter 
and it's not quite fall a
nd even though it's been a year 
i cannot pass you by not at all 
i tell myself enough my heart 
can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest 
season the darkest season 
it's not that i'm not thankful or grateful 
for what we've grown 
it's not that 
i'm not living my life alright 
on my own i still feel the empty space 
i still feel the wind blow through 
i still thought in any case that 
i'd always know you 
it's not quite fall 
and even though 
it's been a year 
i cannot pass you by not at all 
i tell myself enough my heart 
can't feel the reason why 
must we into the darkest season 
it's cold getting colder 
i dreamt last night of being older 
i looked in the mirror 
there was so much grey 
if i saw you tomorrow what would 
i say what could you say 
it's not quite winter 
and it's not quite fall 
and even though it's been a year 
i cannot pass you by not at all 
i tell myself enough my heart 
can't feel the reason why 
must we into the darkest season