Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old,My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
Autumn leaves have faded now,
That smile I lost, well I've found somehow,Because you still live on in my father's eyes,
These autumn leaves, all these autumn leave, all these autumn leaves are yours tonight.
(Autumn, Paolo Nutini)
