i'm so sick of this sun
i don't care if i never, ever see it again
and a thousand years of winter settle in
i've been wishing i was back in marge's kitchen
oh yea
with the trees all on fire with autumn's burning desire
we'll get dressed up in blue
'cause we have to
we've got spirit to show
and we know you've got to blend in to be cool
with the hippie kids from the local highschool
it's time to trick-or-treat
we're gathering to meet, knee-deep in the leaves on franklin street
all of these palm trees don't belond in october
and if i could i would show her
just how the autumn should be
i need the snow on my shoulders
i need the nights to get colder
i need a reason to hold her closer to me
indie rock talk on the dock with her socks off
with the world orange and yellow
we were keeping it mellow
and her hair was in pigtails all held up with bows
she says she only likes bands that nobody knows
there's a castle on the edge of this town
with walls that surround with vines coming down
it is haunted i said but she called it secret instead
well i wil be the kind, you can be the queen
together we will rule over franklin street
all is still on the hill
the sky fulfills its reputation
she names every constellation
oh yea
ten or more souls are buried
out in the old cemetary
she was so scared the ghosts would rise
i kissed the fear out of her eyes
tonight out here on the edge
we're taking it easy
it's seventy and breezy
it's making me queezy
she is back in the east making a halloween feast
four or five pumpkin pies
and the season in her eyes
well all this distance is breaking me down
i'd rather be in a quieter town
where she wakes up and starts up her day
but i'll still be sleeping so far away
as you pull on your jeans
i'll be in your dreams
we're still in the fall out on franklin street
and all of these palm trees don't belong in october
and if i could, i would show her
just how the autumn should be
i need the snow on my shoulders
i need the nights to get colder
i need a reason to hold her a little closer to me