Lyrics: Beirut. March of the Zapotec. The Concubine.

I've been so tired
One child, I wait for room to spare
I can't wait, child, and ride
It's all an empire long beheaded

I am grateful roaming
And so I long for your beacon riverside
Where I rest tonight

Down, autumn falls down
Autumn falls down
And I can hear the sound
All that for miles around it

Autumn falls down
Autumn falls down
And I just roam around
Oh, autumn never lands

Autumn never lands
Autumn falls down
All I can do to end it
I can never end it

Autumn falls down
Autumn falls down
All I can do to end it
I can never end it