mitten

the cornstalks won't stop talking

i like to listen to the conversation when i'm walking

on the frosty grass

i can see the capacity in my lungs

'cause my breath lasts

nineteen million acres of color

making a masterpiece before we get another

blank canvas space. seasons switch

everything turns white all over again

it's time to make a quilt for the land

stitching every leaf

every piece

to keep warm underneath

the bugs in the dirt can keep cozy

while the earth above the blanket is changing slowly

this season tends to be the reason for love

and i'm freezing up

i want to fall just like the leaves above

just like the leaves above

well it's the right time to live in a mitten

and oh

i am happy we're in the same glove

hold onto my hands

big enough for both of us to fit in

and oh

i am happy we're in the same glove

there's a whisper

a kiss in the wind

a secret

and a mystical hymn

and it makes me high when i breathe it in

and i feel the vibrations when i listen

crimson

burnt umber

a world that's cover in wonder

the moment inspired by slumber

but then broken by thunder

oh

it's time to make a bond with the land

picking up the pieces made by man

with all the beauty in the palm of your hand

just take a look around

you'll understand

this season tends to be the reason for love

and i'm warming up

we're all together like the leaves below

just like the leaves below

well it's the right time to live in a mitten

and oh

i am happy we're in the same glove

hold onto my hands

big enough for both of us to fit in

and oh

i am happy we're in the same glove

when autumn comes

when autumn comes love

when autumn comes love

we'll follow

when autumn comes love

we'll follow