Here's October at the door again,
a sweet ex-lover who keeps
coming back.
Come in, come in.
We'll share soup and bread and memories,
doze by the fire,
wake hungover with yearning,
wondering which fall
will be the last.
Here's October at the door again,
a sweet ex-lover who keeps
coming back.
Come in, come in.
We'll share soup and bread and memories,
doze by the fire,
wake hungover with yearning,
wondering which fall
will be the last.
