can you hear the wind blow?
he's whistling our names
can you see the birch trees bow low
to the overture that fades?
but the shifting wind takes hold
and nothing stays the same
autumn makes us fall, fall for silent talks
it's a fear we're fighting
a feeling that's saying no
it's a fear we're fighting
an appeal we're hiding from
can you still hear the wind blow?
he may have forgotten our names
have you seen the birch trees before?
they will never feel the same
appeal we're hiding from
it's a fear we're fighting
a feeling that's saying no
it's a fear we're fighting
an appeal we're hiding from