And so it seems
I am unbound in my misery
 [bad word] in my sobriety
...and twisted animosiety
The private moments of man
Are rarely ever seen
Yet, autumn gathers me up
And sheds me in her leaves 

Falling takes forever
From the grace of man
I fell so far
No one ever saw
How far 

She is dressed in golden brown for me
Sheds her leaves like a second skin 

There is fire, in your eyes tonight
No brighter sun, no darker moon 

Sister Morrigu
This [bad word] 
And so it seems
it is 

Another passionate night
Another hopeless fight
And another battle that I've lost