The Sharp End Of A Season

You seem to be sweeping up leaves
The field is windy and wet
I end up leaning over the fence
That’s the borders I’ve set for myself
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
You say that’s an overstatement
I don’t think it will do
Walking our small dogs
Should I hand them to you?
And no, of course, I haven’t met somebody new
A few gaps in the clouds
Was all that it took
To entice us into this
Sad attempt at preserving, but now I know
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside
It should be hurled with force
You say that’s an overstatement
I don’t think it will do
These laughably small dogs
I think I’ll hand them to you
So tell me now, have you met somebody new?
May the iron bars stand upright
May the iron bars stand upright
It’s the sharp end of a season
Sharp end of a season
Sharp end of a season
Sharp end of a season
We were saving daylight
But now there’s no morning
One has to know when one has to stop
No morning for us
You say that’s an overstatement
I don’t think it will do
Look at these small dogs
What can we do?
I take one, and you take the other two