There will be no songs sung By the chimneys or the trees tonight While we're sleeping beside of windows Come morning clouds Descend into city streets Avenues disappear forever You felt a little bit alone When you were in my arms But in your eyes, silhouettes A flower's fault Flowers fall But I'll be there in my astronomer's jacket At your snare drum's birthday party Conducting the musicians Oh, I'm playing an organ And violin arrangements I've written for the occasion And you felt a little bit alone When you were in New York But in your eyes, silhouettes A flower's fault Flowers fall So snowflakes will find us laughing At our home, it's in October Up on sleepy islands