Woodward After Dark

The trees are falling down The leaves are on the ground There's death all around us But I could live forever here with you There's beauty all around And love in the air Your feet upon the grass The wind in your hair I could die here at peace with you Atop this hundred years Atop this hundred years In this graveyard In this wasteland I've found paradise In this lifetime with you The clouds overhead The music, the moon, and you Your lips A kiss In the next life I'll still cry for you