Текст песни
The air is getting crisp, a whisper on my skin
The days of burning summer can't be felt within
A canvas painted gold and red and amber brown
As the heavy heat comes slowly tumbling down
The sunlight cuts at angles, soft and warm and low
Casting longer shadows everywhere we go
Oh, this is the golden goodbye
Reflected in each cloud that passes by
We're dancing in the melancholy breeze
Beneath the fading embers of the autumn trees
It's not an end, but just a sweet release
In the beautiful, heartbreaking masterpiece
The pavement hides beneath a brittle, crackling sheet
With every single step, it echoes down the street
We pull our coats around us, seeking warmth and light
To carry us through the approaching, quiet night
Your breath appears like smoke, a ghost against the grey
Then vanishes into the shortness of the day
Oh, this is the golden goodbye
Reflected in each cloud that passes by
We're dancing in the melancholy breeze
Beneath the fading embers of the autumn trees
It's not an end, but just a sweet release
In the beautiful, heartbreaking masterpiece
Golden goodbye
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