First Snowfall from Winter by Kurt Gunn

You remind me of Autumn the way you move across the floor
You walk in here so gently then leave through a slamming door
You remind me of Autumn the way I wish you'd stick around
But you're always up and leaving, there's always something new you found

And I don't think anything will change
Every first snowfall is always gonna feel the same with you
An Indian Summer, Strawberry Spring
Fool me always with the thought of a better thing with you

You remind me of Autumn when you say the things you say
And how I catch myself believing that this could end a different way

When I know nothing here will change
Every first snowfall is always going to feel the same with you
An Indian Summer, Strawberry Spring
Fool me always with the thought of a better thing with you

• Americana
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• De Pere