Written by Keith Mouland
Fallen Leaves (followed by Seasons)
Wasted love is on the loose
Like space junk flying round the moon
Yeah cupids aim not always true
Sometimes he takes his arm away too soon
And memories like fallen leaves
Drift to earth from the highest trees
Without a sound laying on the ground
Get blown away on the morning breeze
Wasted love thrown away
Like junk food cartons on a tray
Like empty cups and empty plates
Just start with new ones every day
And memories like fallen leaves
Drift to earth from the highest trees
Without a sound laying on the ground
Get blown away on the morning breeze.
Seasons
Seasons that fall swifter than truth
Might get me thinking in time I’ll know my heart
And I’ll sail through the sky over land once so dry
On a fantasy journey looking down with feelings new
Now someday I might just let everything go
And find it again for the first time
There might be a place just for me and you
It’s waiting for us to come through
Now once you have been to the inner soul of things
Travelling inside on that wild and long highway
Things left unsaid and ideas put to bed
They wake up at midnight in a different frame of mind
Now someday I might just let everything go
Then find it again for the first time
There might be a place just for me and you
And it’a waiting for us to come through.
