You seem to be sweeping up leaves   The field is windy and wet   I end up leaning over the fence   That's the borders I've set for myself      This isn't something we should throw lightly aside   It should be hurled with force   This isn't something we should throw lightly aside   It should be hurled with force      You say that's an overstatement   I don't think it will do   Walking our small dogs   Should I hand them to you?   And no, of course, I haven't met somebody new      A few gaps in the clouds   Was all that it took   To entice us into this   Sad attempt at preserving, but now I know      This isn't something we should throw lightly aside   It should be hurled with force   This isn't something we should throw lightly aside   It should be hurled with force      You say that's an overstatement   I don't think it will do   These laughably small dogs   I think I'll hand them to you   So tell me now, have you met somebody new?      May the iron bars stand upright   May the iron bars stand upright   It's the sharp end of a season   Sharp end of a season   Sharp end of a season   Sharp end of a season      We were saving daylight   But now there's no morning   One has to know when one has to stop   No morning for us      You say that's an overstatement   I don't think it will do   Look at these small dogs   What can we do?   I take one, and you take the other two