I see them burn in yellow, red and gold
It's getting colder, pull me closer to you
That tragic dance of dying leaves
Inspired so many songs
I will sing one

The artist and her canvas both hang forgotten
How brilliant, how transient
She will be revered in the next century
For now, I hold her in my ancient arms
And dress her in shades of green
Push my roots into her skin
Finally, she's free

To decorate an evergreen
In the middle of her living room floor
And watch it die for a month
Recreate the scenery of 1920's Christmas cards
And never ask why

See them burn in yellow, red and gold
It's getting colder, pull me closer to you
The tragic dance of dying leaves
Will be performed by us all

But that'll come later
Because today we're still green

(There is a brief moment of struggle before connection is made)
(You'll have to keep your eyes closed, so as not to be blinded)