The Spill Canvas - The Season lyrics

Our eyes are glazed over And shining out beams Of hopes and aspirations And the glistening dream It's like winning the day In a glorious, glorious way And the colours They fall from the trees I hear the shuffling Shuffling of your feet Let the satellites show you Some kind of way home And i am kicking up dirt behind you Let the satellites show you Some kind of way home And i am kicking up dirt behind you And your house smells like autumn It feels like home to me And i'll miss you like october And the leaves are falling free They're falling free It's like, it's like winning the day In a glorious glorious way And the colours They fall from the trees I hear the shuffling The shuffling of your feet Let the satellites show you Some kind of way home And i am kicking up dirt behind you Let the satellites show you Some kind of way home And i am kicking up dirt behind you Melon orange and red leaves Up to my knees As we lay dead still in the backyard And your hair falls onto me I raise my hand onto your cheeks And i can feel my heart skip a beat I raise my hand to your cheeks And i can feel my heart skip a beat Skip a beat And we are so young Yeah we are so young and foolish And we are so young We are so young and foolish I'm right behind you I'm right behind you I'm right behind you I'm right behind you