Windchimes Video (MV)

The leaves are committing suicide
One by one
Re-collecting in the places
We used to have most fun
And the drive here was amazin'
All the stories that were spun
The heavy weight of dying things
Seemed to outweigh the su n

The irony of someone saying
You should travel where you wanna go
Well if I had the money, honey
You'd think that I would know
When you ate off silver plates
New clothes not long ago
Meet you for tennis if I could
But you might have to go it alone
Meet you for tennis if I could
But you might have to go it alone

Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why's it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why's it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds

Tuesday at the chain restaurant
Couldn't help but stop and stare
Your wrinkles kind, your hands were wise
I watched you eating there
I'm sorry how you went that day
You didn't deserve the pain
Were it not for the tall cider in front of me
My eyes would started to rain

Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why's it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why's it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds

Down the hill where the trees go tall
I remember what was shared
Not even the wisest oak tree knows
How that car could be repaired
I hope it found peace in solitude
And that neighbor kids weren't rude
'Cause there's no shortage of joy ahead
But ours are first world problems

Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why's it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why's it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds

Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why's it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why's it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds