[Verse 1]
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play
Of changes
[Verse 2]
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the serpentine parade
Of changes
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 1]
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play
Of changes
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play
Of changes
[Verse 2]
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the serpentine parade
Of changes
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 1]
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play
Of changes
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