Spring Into Winter

where can i feel there is no fall like night? like last night was the last night of summer, and now there will be nothing... we will look for beauty in the death of the trees, in our withering old, in a troubled future soon to be reborn... our streets will run red with the leaves who don't want to go i don't want to grow old in this skin i feel like i sin when i watch television. now that our season of greatness has ended and life is out of season the trees committed treason i would love to fall in love right now but i don't know if my conscious would allow... brian wilson knew when he asked for an endless summer without leaves falling to the ground from planes in a blue sky. all our leaves fall from planes. we burn all our leaves in an ocean of wind and extinguishing we will leave nothing behind but why did they have to? we can always regrow the old wood. no... i don't feel i know my own face anymore i don't think i can trust my own face. how will i look at myself in the mirror with a face like this? i don't know... i will try to love you, even as i try to leave my skin behind. i didn't know what was allowed standing in my arms around you i didn't know what was allowed standing with my arms around you sleeping in this late city walking under sun is setting walking in uncertain city dancing on the roofs are burning slipping into wet city sleeping under trees are falling breaking into locked city stealing the last day of spring tripping on uncertainties don't know if we should be kissing mosquito bites and sweat dripping dancing cause my heart is standing still walking down this street dissembling arm in arm this holy heart holding hand in hand is all i'm asking holding on your shoulder holding onto oh i know we're unnerved if we do and unnerved if we don't fumbling with broken tongues arm in arm who cares whether we do or don't we go with constant love and fierce trembling oh i know snake bite and angel wings that you and i are so