Žodžiai dainai: King Crimson. Inner Garden I.

Autumn has come to rest in her garden
Come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon
So many things have come undone, like the leaves on the ground
And suddenly she begins to cry but she doesn't know why

Heavy are the words that fall through the air to burden her shoulders
Caught up in the trees, her soliloquy, don't leave me alone