When leaves have fallen
And skies turned to grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide from her freezing hell
On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe it.
When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you're all alone...