The wayward wind winds home at last Feels the same and bends the mast The moon rose backward till its past Time the trickster ticking fast
Oh the faces empty places we have been Try to so hard to find the moment love begins
October comes the colors change The trees shake off their summer chains Nothing ventured nothing gained Nothing censored or explained
Of the faces empty places we have been Try so hard to find the moment love begins
If were to slip like a sailing ship Like a fingertip on your skin Like my fingertip on your silky skin Like a sailing boat on a summer wind On a summer wind
Oh the faces empty place we have been Try so hard to find the moment love begins
Oh the faces empty place we have been Try so hard to find the moment love begins
