[Intro]
*Stairwell sounds*

[Verse]
The summer is waning
The frost coats the floor
Eager to greet you I am once more
Running my cheeks
Wetting my clothes
My friend through the winter
I fall to my woes

So slight and so mighty
A breath to begin
Humble to my core
My ego [?]

Hold flowers by the stairwell
And there's flowers by the [?]
And where other blooms have perished
These ones, they have thrived

Purple and golden, shining bright in the sun
I'll [?] them all day to [?]

[Outro]