Ghosts In November Skies

what’s unsaid lingers clouds words rustle leaves before they fall this is the story this morning I walk through a collage of reds and yellows on a hill I remember an old love a verse it lives running through my veins I remember summer of how we talked after I came in the rain I remember the morning I knew she was gone I remember I knew she was gone the morning I remember the rain after I came in of how we talked I remember summer running through my veins a verse it lives an old love I remember on a hill of reds and yellows through a collage I walk this is the story before they fall words rustle leaves lingers clouds what’s unsaid