The blue straight from the sky...

[Intro]
[Drums Breake]
[Verse - Raspy Vocal]
My Autumn palette’s poor and thin,
No green remains, no sun’s warm trace.
The summer colours, faded thin,
Leave only cold, ashen grey in place.

[Pre-Chorus]
This bleak dusk twists without a sound
To timeless silence, frozen deep,
Warmed only by a dream’s faint sound
Of worlds that drift while others sleep.
[Drums Breake]
[Chorus - Male Trio - Full Harmony]
I’ll steal the blue straight from the sky,
Stuff pockets full, defiant, bold,
To spite the damp, ice-laden cold
That rushes to its nightly tryst nearby.

[Verse 1]
The raindrops hold a courtly sway,
Week after week in reckless reign.
The fallen leaves, in mud decayed,
Long for white blankets once again.
[Drums Breake]
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The careless wind performs fouett;s,
To skies that spill their weary sound,
While Autumn steals through twilight haze,
In pret-a-porter, robed profound.

[Guitar Solo Interlude]
[Drums Breake]
[Verse]
On towering heels, it stalks the ground,
The fourth false season, out of time.
No calendar, no stars around
Can check its step, or halt its climb.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Fevered November, sick and stark,
Frightens the world with nightly chills.
Autumn gulps potions, grim and dark,
And washes them down as it wills.
[Drums Breake]
[Bridge - Male Duet]
Time for nature’s rest to start,
Breathing winter’s chill relief.
But puddles thaw with sudden art,
Shattering ice with hands beneath.

[Guitar Solo Interlude - More Intense]
[Drums Breake]
[Chorus 2 - Male Trio - Full Harmony]
I’ll race to meet December’s face,
With biting frost and snow’s white grace,
Ignore the sludge beneath my tread,
Defy the forecast and the day ahead.
[Drums Breake]
[Outro - Harpsichord & Lute Melody Fades]
[End]