Autumnal Fall
It began in a basement where heating ducts abound. It was where we took up our swords against the static radio and the furnace sound. Where we fought the rush of the river. Where one A-Line left the corners of the room a shaded mystery and cast our desperate sunken shadows to the floor. Where our melodies reverberated against concrete walls and the sky behind Jesus. It was in a basement that a friendship was born. Where fellowship and trust made love grow into inseparable sound. We are Autumnal Fall. We live for unconquerable music and we thank the Lord for making it so. We are growing up and it scares us. We want to escape into the worlds our songs create. We want to live there till a change in season moves us on. It is time for us to leave the basement. But we won’t ever forget the times there, to revive them, we simply close our eyes and sing.
