Lletres: Church. Autumn Soon.
The puppet master understands the need
The jury needs to feel the greed
And seeds revolve and grow and bleed
Daytime sees a newer breed
The under life tick tocks
Pushing through my safe ideas
Goodbye, heroica, you overdosed on years
And I ask you for a midnight, you give me a high noon
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
Whatever happened to the leaves that used to fall
And where's the candle I left spluttering in the hall
And what's the meaning of the siren's call
I blame it on you all
The under life tick tocks
And chimes away between
Goodbye, heroica, you're not needed for this scene
And the flaming dying sunset has collapsed like a balloon
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
I thought I heard her voice upon the tide
It was only the shells and the stones that sighed
Old Neptune tosses in the deep and scalds his mermaid bride
And, you know, I really tried
The under life tick tocks
And changes into ash
Goodbye, heroica we only accept cash
I'm here to give you everything, do I have to stoop or croon?
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
The jury needs to feel the greed
And seeds revolve and grow and bleed
Daytime sees a newer breed
The under life tick tocks
Pushing through my safe ideas
Goodbye, heroica, you overdosed on years
And I ask you for a midnight, you give me a high noon
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
Whatever happened to the leaves that used to fall
And where's the candle I left spluttering in the hall
And what's the meaning of the siren's call
I blame it on you all
The under life tick tocks
And chimes away between
Goodbye, heroica, you're not needed for this scene
And the flaming dying sunset has collapsed like a balloon
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
I thought I heard her voice upon the tide
It was only the shells and the stones that sighed
Old Neptune tosses in the deep and scalds his mermaid bride
And, you know, I really tried
The under life tick tocks
And changes into ash
Goodbye, heroica we only accept cash
I'm here to give you everything, do I have to stoop or croon?
When winter puts her hands on you
It must be autumn soon
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