It was a short stay of autumn, until the moment that I caught on, that I was to be forgotten.I was so scared to try to kiss you, though you were scarcely found in issue, but you're fairly fondly misused.And it's not fair, that your love should move so slow, that you face the starlight's glow, which moves swiftly, though I know it's just got us all about to go.So I fixed the lenses to her, but they missed all the light through her, though I couldn't find him truer.And it's not fair, that your love should start so weak, and our passions feel so meek, and our futures seem so bleak, and all we've got's us all about to go.When I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home.When I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home.When I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home, when I'm ever coming home.When I'm ever coming home.