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