The Darkest Season

the last few golden leaves are clinging
tightly to their branches
like they dont want to let go
like they dont trust what
they dont know what
they dont know
cause its not quite winter
and its not quite fall
and even though its been a year
i cannot pass you by
not at all i tell myself enough
my heart cant feel the reason
why must we into the darkest season
its cold getting colder
i dreamt last night of being older
i looked in the mirror there
was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow
what would i say what could you say
its not quite winter
and its not quite fall a
nd even though its been a year
i cannot pass you by not at all
i tell myself enough my heart
cant feel the reason why must we into the darkest season the darkest season
its not that im not thankful or grateful
for what weve grown
its not that
im not living my life alright
on my own i still feel the empty space
i still feel the wind blow through
i still thought in any case that
id always know you
its not quite fall
and even though
its been a year
i cannot pass you by not at all
i tell myself enough my heart
cant feel the reason why
must we into the darkest season
its cold getting colder
i dreamt last night of being older
i looked in the mirror
there was so much grey
if i saw you tomorrow what would
i say what could you say
its not quite winter
and its not quite fall
and even though its been a year
i cannot pass you by not at all
i tell myself enough my heart
cant feel the reason why
must we into the darkest season