Under those winter skies
I think about all your lies
But I'm not bitter
As I'm kicking the leaves of winter
The mixture of colours, Green, Orange and Brown
I kick the bundle of leafs on my way into town
Thinking about how I will miss her
As I'm kicking the leaves of winter
I think about mum and I think about dad
And all the things we should have had
But I'm not bitter
As I'm kicking the leaves of winter
I think about girls I wish loved me as I did them
But that was now and this is then
But I really do miss her
But i simply smile whilst kicking those leaves of winter
