Flannel and sweaters
Go very well togethers.
Like peas in a pod,
or like grass roots and sod.
The stars at night are like diamonds in silk,
and seeing them with you is like cookies with milk.
The weather is colder and time is slowing down
but the clock is ticking quickly and the hand's spinning around.
I wonder how that can be when the thought comes to my mind
and then I let it go and leave for someone else to find.
Anytime you need me you can just look to the sky
and even if they sting, still love the raindrops in your eyes.
And that's the story of the fall, and all else there could be,
of warm flannel and big sweaters,
Go very well togethers.
Like peas in a pod,
or like grass roots and sod.
The stars at night are like diamonds in silk,
and seeing them with you is like cookies with milk.
The weather is colder and time is slowing down
but the clock is ticking quickly and the hand's spinning around.
I wonder how that can be when the thought comes to my mind
and then I let it go and leave for someone else to find.
Anytime you need me you can just look to the sky
and even if they sting, still love the raindrops in your eyes.
And that's the story of the fall, and all else there could be,
of warm flannel and big sweaters,
of you and of me.
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