Quiet, please: There are leaves falling
Trees do their striptease, summer is ending
I wonder why you look so far away
Against the sky in fifty shades of gray

Night falls like a grand piano
Outside it could be China

Let's watch the trees that trickled
Toward the sun dance in the rain
Dying to have some fun

Thunder sings a requiem
Lightning is taking pictures of everything from every point of view
Let's go outside and have our picture taken too, I love you