Gold and silver
Is the Autumn
Soft and tender
Are her skies
Yes and no
Are the answers
Written in
My true love's eyes
Autumn's leaving
And Winter's coming
I think that I'll be moving along
I've got to leave her
And find another
I've got to sing my heart's
True song
Round and round
The burning circle
All the seasons
One, two and three
Autumn comes
And then the Winter
Spring is born
And wanders free
Gold and silver
Burns my Autumns
All too soon
They'd fade and die
And then
Aye, there were no others
Milk and honey
Were their lies
"Lo so che l'amore è una patologia, vorrei che mi uccidesse ora"
("Ci sono molti modi", Afterhours)