Winter Sings to Fall

All of the leaves on the trees in the yard are in love
With the way you move among them again

All of the leaves on the trees are in love
And they're dying to fall at your feet
And all green's been traded for fool’s gold again

Look what you made
Look what you made
Look what you made

You find a pattern in the branches
You trace it out with naked fingers
While a bitter winter watches
From a window you don’t see
A moon-shaped hole cut from the sky

Look what you made
Look what you made
Look what you made

Spider season is here again
We're all standing on top of our chairs
We are waiting to know the cost of the web
They're weaving below
You can hear the leaves sing as they go:

You owe me
For how much I love you
For how much I love
You
Owe me