Mood Affected
Black of the night
Cookie cutter crescent
Pasted so high
Surrounded by the sparkling glitter
The wind in my face is bitter
Meadows splash back home
Like the hair upon my head
I feel so old
Mood affected by the weather
April sun might make me better
Cuz winter makes me feel like I'm too cold
Violet of the dawn
Silent cotton candy
Floats gently on
Dreams conceal natures notions
The wind turns the fields to ocean
Birds soothing glaze
Makes me realize how little I have made
Mood affected by the weather
August sun might make me better
Cuz spring time makes me feel like I'm too green
Symphony at night
Percussion is provided by the flashing sky
The wind has become the ocean
And laboring the simplest motion
Lays in golden sun
Melts me like a candle
I feel the drippings run
Mood affect by the weather
October sun might make me better
Summer makes me feel like I can't move
Rusty fallen leaves
Remind me of the times
I dropped down to my knees
Wind is the seeds conveyer
Muffling my spoken prayer
Silver harvest moon
Glows on empty cornstalks
The end comes too soon
Mood affected by the weather
I guess no sun will make me better
But autumn gives me hope that I might grow
Cookie cutter crescent
Pasted so high
Surrounded by the sparkling glitter
The wind in my face is bitter
Meadows splash back home
Like the hair upon my head
I feel so old
Mood affected by the weather
April sun might make me better
Cuz winter makes me feel like I'm too cold
Violet of the dawn
Silent cotton candy
Floats gently on
Dreams conceal natures notions
The wind turns the fields to ocean
Birds soothing glaze
Makes me realize how little I have made
Mood affected by the weather
August sun might make me better
Cuz spring time makes me feel like I'm too green
Symphony at night
Percussion is provided by the flashing sky
The wind has become the ocean
And laboring the simplest motion
Lays in golden sun
Melts me like a candle
I feel the drippings run
Mood affect by the weather
October sun might make me better
Summer makes me feel like I can't move
Rusty fallen leaves
Remind me of the times
I dropped down to my knees
Wind is the seeds conveyer
Muffling my spoken prayer
Silver harvest moon
Glows on empty cornstalks
The end comes too soon
Mood affected by the weather
I guess no sun will make me better
But autumn gives me hope that I might grow
Credits
Writer(s): Damian Demarco
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