Wes Reeve - Oleander Lyrics

The kettle’s on the stoveThe window’s mostly closedThe yellow sun is shadedAnd the gold begins to showThe leaves have started fallingThe winter’s almost callingIn California, change is slowThe end of summer stallingI can feel you whisperingLong ago and yet to come, but never here to stayI can feel you whisperingIn swirling sunset wavesSo grab a cup and come aroundThe music’s up, The sun is downI think I’ll go another roundPour the drinks and pass them downTogetherness, forevernessThere is no thing better than thisI see the asters growing inYour purple fountain crownI can feel you whisperingLong ago and yet to come, but never here to stayI can feel you whisperingIn swirling sunset waves