It drips down in a soggy embrace, Leaving a trail in its wake... It drips down in a soggy embrace, Leaving a trail in its wake...

And here come thee, a descent soft as thistles in autumn air And here come thee, a descent soft as thistles in autumn air

And manifests itself seldom through my humble and childish exuberance. And manifests itself seldom through my humble and childish exuberance.