It feels as though I am spinning,
but my feet stay planted in place...

All night long I've been calculating,
This problem we've become...

Everything I touch begins to wither.
Slowly at first, so as not to notice...

Our days of dreaming have forgotten me here.
And the more I try to remember...

Your storm blew down my barriers,
Stoking an ember; dimly glowing...

When the leaves change
And the air grows cold...