and the truth falls behind,on the seasons starting line, broken sidewalks curbs of glass, leave it's pieces in the past this time.

and the fall fell too late, I seemed to have missed my mate

You've come to me to spiral down and this room keeps spinning round, you've come to me to spiral down, spiral down

Whimsical the bird in flight but leaves behind the winter's bride, all the birds enjoy the warmth but i'm still in the north and you're gone, you're gone