Winter's knocking on the door   But autumn just won't leave   The seasons try to change   While the clocks frozen in disbelief   The fog is thick and moist   And dawn is chasing us out of bed   But I'd rather wait here   For a miracle in your flower sheets instead      The sun rays beat and tease our shoulders   While we lay in garden print we push and pull   And suck on winter drops and autumn's amber hints   I'll fill your tub with naked lavender    And bay's breath of gold    Soak your face in dawn's first kiss   And watch the laugh lines on your face grow old      So come again   It's my last day here