Mist lifts off the water, sky the colour of tea
Kettle on the hob still warm, your shoulder brushing me
Boots scuff through the sycamore, conkers at our feet
Terraced roofs and chimney smoke, leaves skitter down the street
You toe the conker shells; a gust shakes branches free
Say, Nothing worth the keeping ever stays the way it's been
So if everything is changing, let me be the thing you keep
When the daylight clocks off early and the wind gets in your sleeves
Stitch a little promise in the lining of my coat
I'll love you through the autumn, through the letting-go
High street windows glowing, light against the rain
Top deck of a bus, you draw a heart upon the pane
We take our time and let the silence be what breaks
I say I'm learning how to stay; you say, That's all it takes
You toe the conker shells; a gust shakes branches free
Your fingers thread through mine like wool along a seam
If everything is changing, let me be the thing you keep
When the daylight clocks off early and the wind gets in your sleeves
Stitch a little promise in the lining of my coat
I'll love you through the autumn, through the letting-go
Let October fade to ember, let November smell of smoke
Bonfire Night and sparklers writing names in silver strokes
If the trees can drop their heavy hearts and still make room for green
Then we can make a little space for what is yet unseen
If everything is changing, I will be the thing you keep
When the daylight clocks off early and the wind gets in your sleeves
Stitch a little promise in the lining of my coat
I'll love you through the autumn
I'll love you through the autumn
Through the letting-go
