Hold on to your memories of sundogs and rainbows, as time writes a premature eulogy And I feel summertime passing in haste, like running out of patience
Quilted with knit and umbrellas and scarfs and a mild understanding of irony I feel autumn leaving the race, all done with the exhilaration
It's leaving, leaving behind the weight vying for yesteryear Leaving promises in its wake, whispering, my love, you're still here
Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell, rising and falling in harmony And I feel winter stealing my days, to herald another creation