Our sparks grew dim
When the nights drew in
The exit you made
I associate with the time of the year

So I’ll fly away when the leaves begin to fall
Fly away when the cold wind blows against my door
Fly away to hide beneath the sun
I’m leaving in september so winter [bad word] 
Still see your breath
The prints you left
Your favourite coat
The shoes you don’t want to wear when it rains

So I’ll fly away when the leaves begin to fall
Fly away when the cold wind blows against my door
Fly away to hide beneath the sun
I’m leaving in september so winter [bad word]