Picked you out
Heard your name
Told you mine
In a scene someone frames
And we’re made of paint
And our colors smear
Across the page
Come here
And we swirl and dance
With the falling leaves
And disguise ourselves
In the orange, red, yellow autumn breeze
Can you see?
I hope we dry slowly
All we need
Are these leaves
Like two trees
We don’t speak
But I can tell you
That I love you
All we need
Are these leaves
Like two trees
We don’t speak
I can tell you
That I love you