There will be no songs sung   By the chimneys or the trees tonight   While we're sleeping beside of windows      Come morning clouds   Descend into city streets   Avenues disappear forever      You felt a little bit alone   When you were in my arms   But in your eyes, silhouettes      A flower's fault   Flowers fall      But I'll be there in my astronomer's jacket   At your snare drum's birthday party   Conducting the musicians      Oh, I'm playing an organ   And violin arrangements   I've written for the occasion      And you felt a little bit alone   When you were in New York   But in your eyes, silhouettes      A flower's fault   Flowers fall      So snowflakes will find us laughing   At our home, it's in October   Up on sleepy islands