Upp går solen så säker på sig själv Så säker på sig själv

The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold When autumn leaves start to fall

I've stopped my rambling, I don't do too much gambling These days, these days. These days I seem to think about How all the changes came about my ways And I wonder if I'll see another highway.

Jag kan inte ens gå Utan din luft i mina lungor

I don't care, I love it.