Fall

Summer time has come to pass and I'm left here singing a song
Of sleeping in the sun's rays like open arms
My time at home was overdue so out with the old and in with the new
And I packed my bags and moved

The feeling's replaced with falling leaves and stuffed up noses dragging on sleeves
And some bittersweet memories

And I fall out of place in this world
Does it matter where I go?
Cos' it seems to be my demons they follow me
No matter where I go

There's a war that battles inside my head
One side is rooting for life the other death
And they're reached no agreements yet

I've climbed the highest mountain just to feel the breeze
Cried out to God asking for peace
But there still is no release

And I fall out of place in this world
Does it matter where I go?
Cos' it seems to be my demons they follow me
No matter where I go

So if you have a remedy please propose it to me
I might have heard it before but I could get lucky
And find some release
And find some release

"Fall" (Nicole Vaughn, Say It)

"We just might do it. But there will be no smoke bombs, no lipstick, no flashing lights. It just has to be comfy. But we could have a laugh. We’re born-again rockers, and we’re starting over…There’s plenty of time, right? Plenty of time."

— John Lennon during his final interview 

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Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm
Her words were words I sailed upon