

Verse
Porch light hums on a copper street
Cinnamon steam where the strangers meet
Your flannel sleeve rolled up to the elbow
Leaves keep falling like they don't wanna let go
I press this moment flat like a page
Pin it down before it turns the page
Pre-Chorus
So tell me how do we bottle this
The gold on the ground, the warmth in a kiss
Can we keep the porch light burning slow
Chorus
Everything feels like autumn again
Woodsmoke and maple, the wind on my skin
Hold my hand tighter, don't let this end
Everything feels like autumn again
Verse
Paper cups clink at the corner stand
Your fingers laced up with cider-warm hands
Church bells ring out over painted trees
Every color's asking me please
Stay in this hour, stay in this frame
Nothing about it feels quite the same
Pre-Chorus
So tell me how do we bottle this
The gold on the ground, the warmth in a kiss
Can we keep the porch light burning slow
Chorus
Everything feels like autumn again
Woodsmoke and maple, the wind on my skin
Hold my hand tighter, don't let this end
Everything feels like autumn again
Bridge
Someday these leaves will turn to snow
And this whole street will let it go
But I'll keep a jar of October light
Right here, right here, to hold it tight
Chorus
Everything feels like autumn again
Woodsmoke and maple, the wind on my skin
Hold my hand tighter, don't let this end
Everything feels like autumn again
Everything feels like autumn again
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