An Aria - Plushgun

Took my mind with your malice

It’s the final time to go

I was on the corner, running still

Fight the anger, fight the leaves

It was autumn of my love

All the thoughts and moments winding down

So wait, again

Don’t find the lies that answer

So wait, again

Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by

So make, again

A dime-a-dozen love clichés

And feel the night we sang

October dulls, it dulls too soon

The lonely calling of the cars

Beating their way amongst highways

I’ll find my way to them

The smell of memory and touch

Another visceral excuse to take

Another drink alone

So wait, again

Don’t find the lies that answer

So wait, again

Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by

So make, again

A dime-a-dozen love clichés

And feel the night we sang

Just find the moment

It’s not coming back again

Your hair, it danced in summer wind

Just break the surface

I don’t really know

The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall

So wait, again

Don’t find the lies that answer

So wait, again

Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by

So make, again

A dime-a-dozen love clichés

And feel the night we sang

Just find the moment

It’s not coming back again

Your hair, it danced in summer wind

Just break the surface

I don’t really know

The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall