red & gold
Said I'd clear out brain space for other things new
Swore that was the last song I'd write about you
Then came a dream so out of the blue
Fell off my wagon speeding away from you
I blame it on the weather
It's getting so cool
Turning autumn leaves
Goosebumps up my sleeves
I watch the days grow shorter in my window seat
The sweet smell of chestnuts
Mothers trying not to make a fuss
Chocolate filled up to the brim in my coffee cup
Red and gold
It's freezing cold
I got through the burning summer
But now it's sweater weather
I'd wanna know
If this feeling'll hold
With the falcons I'll take flight
To a place that's warm and overly bright
Said I'd learn to live with the relics of you
Swore I'd never let the pain obscure the view
But came a thought so out of the blue
A stubborn pebble hiding inside my shoe
I blame it on September
The nostalgia and all
Salty ocean breeze
Rustles neath my feet
I watch cotton candy skies in my window seat
Vampires down the block
Mothers watching like a hawk
It's cinnamon-and-ginger-o'clock
Red and gold
It's freezing cold
I got through the burning summer
But now it's sweater weather
I'd wanna know
If this feeling'll hold
With the falcons I'll take flight
To a place that's warm and overly bright
Lately
I find myself staring into space
Convince me
I'm all I need, I'm all it takes
Red and gold
It's getting old
It's the same things over and over
Damn this snuggle weather
I'll never know
What the future'll hold
Bask in the last of the summer light
In this candlelight it's warm and bright
Swore that was the last song I'd write about you
Then came a dream so out of the blue
Fell off my wagon speeding away from you
I blame it on the weather
It's getting so cool
Turning autumn leaves
Goosebumps up my sleeves
I watch the days grow shorter in my window seat
The sweet smell of chestnuts
Mothers trying not to make a fuss
Chocolate filled up to the brim in my coffee cup
Red and gold
It's freezing cold
I got through the burning summer
But now it's sweater weather
I'd wanna know
If this feeling'll hold
With the falcons I'll take flight
To a place that's warm and overly bright
Said I'd learn to live with the relics of you
Swore I'd never let the pain obscure the view
But came a thought so out of the blue
A stubborn pebble hiding inside my shoe
I blame it on September
The nostalgia and all
Salty ocean breeze
Rustles neath my feet
I watch cotton candy skies in my window seat
Vampires down the block
Mothers watching like a hawk
It's cinnamon-and-ginger-o'clock
Red and gold
It's freezing cold
I got through the burning summer
But now it's sweater weather
I'd wanna know
If this feeling'll hold
With the falcons I'll take flight
To a place that's warm and overly bright
Lately
I find myself staring into space
Convince me
I'm all I need, I'm all it takes
Red and gold
It's getting old
It's the same things over and over
Damn this snuggle weather
I'll never know
What the future'll hold
Bask in the last of the summer light
In this candlelight it's warm and bright
Credits
Writer(s): Cornelia
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