Grips of Fall

I'd rather we head out for the hills, I'm not coming back here anymore
And I'd rather be somewhere I can dream about flying right out through the door

Oh save it all, or leave it in the summer air, enter in the grips of fall
Oh I'd give it all, to see it as a memory, enter in the grips of fall

It's sad to be wishing for a past, it's not coming back here anymore
And far along there'll be much more to have all I need is to step right through the door

Oh save it all, or leave it in the summer air, enter in the grips of fall
Oh I'd give it all, to see it as a memory, enter in the grips of fall

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Writer(s): Joshua Batstone
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