The leaves are painting themselves With the colors of a summer sunset While it's freezing out there The cold wind in my eyes makes them cry And lately I'm having a hard time To keep them dry It's like the weather knows the depth Of the fear I won't admit to myself The one I won't face the truth I blink everything turns into white What if I blink twice Will you still be mine? We're dancing on ice so how could I Keep you from slipping away Without holding too tight For so long we've dancing on the same tune Is that why you're looking for something new? Cause I could learn a few moves Is this season, the last one in line? Will the river in my eyes someday dry Or will you play the full moon?