Besedila: Morningside (The). Moving Crosscurrent Of Time. The Autumn People.

They come from nowhere and go nowhere
When our dreams become defenseless
They're ignited our meanness
Their path lies here and there

Through the autumn and the rain
Through the torrents and cold
You can see their shadows
You can hear their silent voice

Mingled with the rain's noise

They come from nowhere and go nowhere
When the weary leaves turn into yellow
They will appear, stealing quiet near
When the rain again is here

Eternal wandering through the rain
It's calling us so loud
Would you like to join them
To join the shadows' crowd

Till December comes out