Autumn

Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning soft and old. My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold, Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold. Handsome smile, wearing handsome shoes, Too young to say though I swear he knew. I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, While these autumn leaves float around everywhere. I look at you and I see me, making noise so restlessly, But now it's quiet and I can hear you saying, My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry. Autumn leaves have faded now That smile I lost well I've found somehow, Cause you still live on in my father's eyes. These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves, Oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight. --- Autumn - Paolo Nutini