Changes

Sit by my side Come as close as the air Share in a memory of grey And wander in my words And dream about the pictures That I play of changes Green leaves of summer Turn red in the fall Too brown and too yellow they fade And then they have to die Trapped within the circle Time parade of changes Passions will part To a strange melody As fires will sometimes burn cold Like petals in the wind We're puppets to the silver Strings of souls of changes Sit by my side Come as close as the air Share in a memory of grey And wander in my words And dream about the pictures That I play of changes And wander in my words And dream about the pictures That I play of changes.