When her song strips me of my shame
I see more clearly on this autumn rain.
So in the moment my skin forgets to shiver
at the picture of her in the purple cardigan.
There is no color in the San Diego fall
as though she’s a princess above seasons
above the warm colors of cold leaves
that do not fall in the palm tree rain.
I see more clearly on this autumn rain.
So in the moment my skin forgets to shiver
at the picture of her in the purple cardigan.
There is no color in the San Diego fall
as though she’s a princess above seasons
above the warm colors of cold leaves
that do not fall in the palm tree rain.