You seem to be sweeping up leaves
The field is windy and wet
I end up leaning over the fence
That's the borders I've set for myself
It isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
It isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
You say that's an overstatement
I don't think it will do
Walking these small dogs
Should I hand them to you?
And no, of course, I haven't met somebody new
A few gaps in the clouds
Was all that it took
To entice us into this
Sad attempt at preserving, now I know
It isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
It isn't something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
You say that's an overstatement
I don't think it will do
These laughably small dogs
I think I'll hand them to you
So tell me now, have you met somebody new?
May the iron bars stand upright
May the iron bars stand upright
It's the sharp end of a season
We were saving daylight
But now there's no morning
One has to know when one has to stop
And there's no morning for us
You say that's an overstatement
I don't think it will do
Just look at these small dogs
I don't know what to do
I take one, but you take the other two

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