Woorden: Paolo Nutini. These Streets. Autumn.

Autumn leaves under frozen souls
Hungry hands turning soft and old
My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold

Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes
Too young to say, though I swear he knew
And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere

And I look at you, and I see me
Making noise so restlessly
But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing
'My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry'

Autumn leaves are fading now
That smile I lost, well I've found somehow
Because you still live on in my father's eyes
These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves
All these autumn leaves are yours tonight