Acollective Idiom Autumn song lyrics

Clear out the path now

Let snow hit the streets

Let bygones be bygones

Let the ceased be deceased

I put my best foot forward

I put my foot in my mouth

One shot in the arm and one shot in the dark

And I won't make her back hurt

And I hold what is true

And in time we're bound to discover

Summer days are through

Three times a week

Go run through the park

A normal well being

An e-mail account

And I'll wear the dirtiest jeans

And I'll take the weirdest of dreams

If all is for nothing

I'll take nothing at all

And I won't make her back hurt

And I hold what is true

And in time we're bound to discover

Summer days are through