Autumn Windows
Geoff French
3:12I found a note tucked in the drawer Words that I don't read anymore The ink is faded but it still stings It still stings Paper leaves crumble in my hand Tracing lines I don't understand Was it love Was it a plan Or just a house built on sand The rain taps soft against the glass A song that echoes from the past I hear your voice in every draft Every draft And it twists And it turns But it burns Paper leaves crumble in my hand Tracing lines I don't understand Was it love Was it a plan Or just a house built on sand Windows open Cold creeps in A draft of words A scattered wind We tried to build We tried to mend But some stories don't begin