Light, flooding through the window
In the morning, waking slow
I see reflections of a summer
Of a memory I could hold
Sceneries change but I won't
A pallet bursting into color
Red and golden, silver skies
Leaves, rootless, freely falling
Naked branches, soft goodbyes
Seasons they change so can I
Is it really over?
When she sings
Is it really over
When lights grow dim
Tell me who'll be the first to leave
Is it really over?
Hearing songs about the winter
White peaked mountains, ice and snow
Flames flicker in the evening
Stoke the ashes, embers glow
Feelings remain, is all I know
Is it really over?
When she sings
Is it really over
When lights grow dim
Tell me who'll be the first to leave
Is it really over?
Memories hit without a warning
Summer heat in the month of march
Time is gracefully unfolding meaning in old parts
Memories hit without a warning
Trying to hold on to love
Find forgiveness in the changing seasons of the heart
Is it really over?
When she sings
Is it really over
When lights grow dim
Is it really over?
When she sings
Is it really over
When lights grow dim
Tell me who'll be the first to leave
Is it really over?
Is it really over?