Colder in the mornings

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I've always been very in tune with how nature marks our lives with the changing seasons. This was a poem originally, but then I came up with a guitar part and it seemed to fit. Dragonflies tick against the old screen door Evening's lanterns burn flame yellow once more Church bells below the shore ring Warning and beckoning, signalling It's going to be colder in the mornings The end of summer is a time for moving forward To make true the conclusions that you've secretly harboured But as autumn's fingers tighten their grip And strangle our tangled fortunes I think we both know, it'll be colder in the mornings The frost cradles the leaves and other surfaces What follows is often stronger than that which it replaces So many people wear so few faces Where once there was substance dangers are now looming We can see how, it'll be colder in the mornings The snow smells of vanilla falling like ice cream What is plain to see isn't always what it seems There's a thousand babies crying, a thousand plaintive screams Winter is so often a time of accidental killing No matter what we do, it'll be colder in the mornings