Giants

As autumn trees part with their leaves-
And scatter endlessly through wind-
You're leaving with the remnants of the feeling I believed had some-
Further meaning beyond passing temptation.
That was the time we began writing notes for reading.
That was the evening that surpassed our gentle speaking.
This is when we leave, when we shut the doors for good.
When we nod our heads and say "this is the real kind of goodbye."
What'd I say anyway?
Why is there nothing I can do-
To change the way-
There's no change in anything I have to say.
After all isn't this what you came here for?
The way that waves will ride for miles out beyond the laying shore-
And could be giants hiding solemnly against the ocean floor.
What'd I say anyway?
Why is there nothing I can do-
To change the way-
There's no change in anything I have to say.
To change the way-
There's no change in anything I have to say.
Well I'm sorry but I ain't coming back to you no more.
Well I'm sorry but I ain't coming back to you no more.