Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year 
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin 
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared 
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within 
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full 
And sank in the burrows of my keep 

And all my armor falling down, in a pile at my feet 
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep 

He goes along just as a water lily 
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats 
Unweighted down by passion or intensity 
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts 
And he finds a home in me 
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap 

And all my armor failing down, in a pile at my feet 
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep 
All my armor falling down, in a pile at my feet 
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep