Daniel Brennare/Magnus Sahlgren

So, the season of the fall begins
Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn
By the fire when the sun goes down

But the night [bad word] you
And the secrets of the rain

Forever autumn

And the season of the fall begins
Out the nightlands when the thunderstorm sets in
The secrets clear in the cloudy night

But the night [bad word] you
And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same
And the time [bad word] soon
With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again [bad word] closer every day, forever autumn

And the season of the fall begins
Past the passingbell, past willows weeping
ripple forms on the brinks of time

But the night [bad word] you
And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same
And the time [bad word] soon
With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again [bad word] closer every day, forever autumn