Dry leaves spiral past your worn out shoes
Iron gate sings quiet evening blues
Moon paints the path in copper light
Shadows stretch across the night
You watch dry leaves kiss cold iron bars
Blood orange moon hangs like a scar
Night breathes slow through rusted steel
Halloween makes the shadows real
Cold wind carries cinnamon and smoke
Branch bones tap like knuckles on the oak
Your breath clouds up in frosted air
Eyes reflect from somewhere there
You watch dry leaves kiss cold iron bars
Blood orange moon hangs like a scar
Night breathes slow through rusted steel
Halloween makes the shadows real
Pumpkin grin melts slow on porch steps down
Cat arches black against the brown
You trace your fingers on the rust
Feel the centuries turn to dust
You watch dry leaves kiss cold iron bars
Blood orange moon hangs like a scar
Night breathes slow through rusted steel
Halloween makes the shadows real
Church bell tolls from three streets away
Marking hours till the break of day
But tonight the veil wears paper thin
Let the old magic sink right in
You watch dry leaves kiss cold iron bars
Blood orange moon hangs like a scar
Night breathes slow through rusted steel
Halloween makes the shadows real
Iron gate holds the morning light
Dry leaves rest in piles so slight
Blood orange fades to pale dawn white
Halloween walks home in style
