Woorden: Vines. Melodia. A.S III.

In the early morning
Underneath the autumn shade
I don't need no more reminding of the day

Now the leaves are falling
And the sun won't be around
And the words I am are singing to the clouds

Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na