once in a while you will say walk me home through the cold autumn streets, and I`ll be faithful to your requests, or my requests?
they`re ours you`ll say
the night lights
will be our guide
a bed of leaves can be our memories
may I have this walk? bundle up it`s cold outside
a bed of leaves leaves no memories
say, aren`t you tired? we`ve outwalked the moon, now you tell me why; I`ve no other hand to hold but your hand, so don`t let go
you had something to hide that you kept leaving for tomorrow
don`t hide it from me
don`t hide it from me