Weird Autumn from Weird Autumn by Autumn Of Nothing

They're all coming to the funeral tomorrow
Where I'll stand as still as the trees
And watch them mourn the wrong person
Who I know was never me

I'll watch the blossoms fall down
And I'll wonder why they cry
Don't they know the roots are still standing
Don't they know I never died

She's looking at me from the mirror
Eyes wide like a deer in the headlights
I wish I could make it all clearer
So it all stops haunting me at night

See the leaves fallen
They think it's autumn
Strange how they're calling
At the wrong time

Why don't they notice
The spring wind blowing
The blossoms growing
A new lifeline

They say
What a weird Autumn
They say
How sad that she died
They say
What a weird Autumn
They say
How sad that she died
And they say
What a weird Autumn
And they say
How sad that she died
And they say
What a weird Autumn
And they say
How sad that she died

• Rock
• alternative rock
• gothic rock
• pop rock
• singer-songwriter
• Sheffield