Kind Of

It's the kind of day you never wake up from
 A summer's day has come to mind in autumn
 Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten
 In every place and every heart
 Branches bare the moon's not misbegotten
 Was it hesitant from the start?
 Some people say that when you're feeling rotten
 In a kind of way
 In a kind of way
 Lying still, you listen to the noises
 You roll your heads and rub your noses
 Cupboards bare you lack of further choices
 Who of us now knows where the time goes
 Speak now love to me of your return
 It's not how much you make but what you earn
 Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn
 In a kind of way
 In a kind of way
 Come what may
 In a kind of way
 Your desperate days
 Are mixed with those that aren't
 In a kind of way
 On holidays, I swear I hear an echo
 You hold tight to it, then you simply let go
 Sure as you let those feelings show
 They let you know that you are not alone
 Speak now love to me of your return
 It's not how much you make but what you earn
 Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn
 In a kind of way
 In a kind of way