Silver and gold and it's growing cold
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves
Shivers down your spine chill you to
the bone
'Cos the mandolin wind is the melody
that turns
Your heart to stone
The heat of your breath carving
shadow on the mist
Every angel has the wish that she's
never been kissed
A broken dream haunting in your sleep
And hiding in your smile a secret you
must keep, love
Cuts you deep
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly
on a wheel
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