October Winds Play with Dead Leaves

We’re spinning like dead leaves in October winds,
Through raindrops and echoes of forgotten springs,
The clouds above dance to the most boring song,
We’ll be laying, one day, with our backs on the road;
Then sunsets and wishes, then sunrises, hopes,
Don’t drown on the doubts, love, hold on to the rope,
This curb is a safe shore, the sidewalk’s a home,
It’ll be downhill from here, we’ve been through the storm,

And, yeah, this path do feel harder to walk alone
So squeeze my hand and promise you’ll never let go

‘Cause we are
Perfect in our flaws
Mistakes are also beautiful
And I am
Sure of what I want
So don’t let go of this miracle.

We’re spinning like dead leaves in October winds,
Through thunders and flashes, through awful routines,
The world around stutters the most boring poem,
We’ll escape through the cracks, there’s a place we can go
To sunbathe and wish upon ephemeral rocks,
To drown in the doubts, appreciate getting lost,
A place that’s a safe shore, a place to call home,
It’ll be up on the hill where we can see the storm,

I get it, now, this path ain’t meant to be walked alone
So squeeze my hand, I promise I won’t let go

‘Cause we are
Perfect in our flaws
Mistakes are also beautiful
And I am
Sure of what I want
So don’t let go of this miracle.

‘Cause we are
Perfect in our flaws
Mistakes are also beautiful
And I am
Sure of what I want
So don’t let go of this miracle.