Lyrics
I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
I observed the fall leaves lifting off the street.
Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.
They soared on a warm breeze, captivating and sweeping someone off their feet.
And you blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings,
The leaves, personified as having sugar maple wings, carried someone blushing and lifted them high.
To gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things.
They looked down upon a city filled with amazing things.
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Soft feathers touched the person's face, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
The singer expresses a preference for the dreamy world over reality.
I wouldn't wanna live there.
Reiteration of the desire not to live in the real world.
Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
Feeling drowsy under the influence of lunar melodies.
I knew you were wide awake because you smile with your eyes.
The person is awake, as evidenced by the smiling eyes.
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Similar imagery of feathers and the preference for a dreamlike state.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
Reiteration of the preference for an unreal, beautiful world.
From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty.
Observing wildfires from a balcony, finding them aesthetically pleasing.
Ponderosa canopy, I'd never leave if it were up to me.
Expressing a desire to stay in a Ponderosa canopy.
To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy:
Describing the beauty of a ruby redwood tree and velvet climbing ivy.
Painted all mahogany, I'd never leave if it were up to me.
Reiteration of the desire to stay in a beautiful, mahogany-colored environment.
With a starry brush, paint the dusk Venetian blue,
Using a starry brush to paint the evening sky in Venetian blue.
Because in the evening hush, you'll never believe the view.
Emphasizing the unbelievable view in the quiet of the evening.
And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night,
Anticipating the return of leaves and the collision of fire and ice.
They'll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.
Describing the consequences where elements clash.
Where fire and ice collide.
Reiteration of the collision of fire and ice.
Can you feel a silk embrace in the satin air?
Suggesting a gentle, silk-like embrace in the surrounding air.
If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?
Pondering whether the real world would notice if they disappeared.
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Again, feathers creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
Reiteration of the preference for an unreal, beautiful world.
I wouldn't want to live there.
Reiteration of the desire not to live in the real world.
I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
Repetition of the scene with autumn leaves lifting off the street.
Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet
Repeating the image of being swept off one's feet by the breeze.
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