Mitten

The corn stalks won’t stop talking

I’d like to listen to the conversation when I’m walking on the frosty grass

I can see the capacity in my lungs cuz my breath lasts

19 million acres of color 1

making a masterpiece before we get another blank canvas

blank seasons which everything turns white,

all over again.

It’s time to make a quilt for the lands

Stitching every leaf, every piece

sticky warm underneath

The bugs and the dirt can keep cozy

by the earth above the blanket is changing slowly

This season tends to be

the reason for love, and I’m freezing up

I wanna fall just like the leaves above.

Just like the leaves above.

Well, it’s the right time to live in a mitten

and, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

Hold on to my hand,

it’s big enough for both of us to fit in.

And, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

There’s a whisper,

a kiss in the wind

a secret land

and a mystical him

and it makes me high

when i

breath it in and i feel the vibration,

when i listen

crimsinber umber

a world thats covered in wonder

a moment, inspired by slumber

but then broken by thunder

It’s time to make a bond with the land

picking up all the pieces made from man

with all the beauty in the palm of your hand

just take a look around

you’ll understand

This season tends to be

the reason for love, and I’m warming up

We’re all together like the leaves below.

Just like the leaves below.

it’s the right time to live in a mitten

and, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

Hold on to my hand,

it’s big enough for both of us to fit in.

And, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

When autumn comes

when autumn comes, love, mmmm

when autumn comes, love, we’ll follow

When autumn comes, love, we’ll follow. Ooohhh.