Your feet slide across the cold hard tiles.   I'm awoken by your singing through the paper thin walls.   You catch the first leaf of autumn   that's between the pages    locked up safe and sound and warm.      You climb my stairs so quietly.   You climb my stairs so quietly.      I didn't stop to ask you   what it was that made you leave the room so early in the day;   Not because I'm callous,   Just because I'm scared of all the things that you might say.      You climb my stairs so quietly.   You climb my stairs so quietly.      I can only speak quietly without you.