My soft outsider, you lead me to dream
Of us dancing in unstable snow
Invading my mind and in time it seems
You're always thinking about tomorrow
So our days will not ever be over
You should save my weak organ the heart-break
Thoughtful winds crash the leaves of October
And autumntime has the warming outtake
How could I love you? It's hard to do so
Even gloomy-humoured traditional
Ideas I like fills your small ego
My love for you has that competition.
Now off you go. Steal my heart like a bandit.
Yearning for you as we both abandon. . .
