Leaves The Painting
There’s a tree on the hill
Where everything comes unreal
Instruments without sound
Lying flat on the ground
raise hand to the sky
You’ll reach the shimmering, glimmering, trembling stars.
In this place I have seen
All the peaces come clear
Little words that I fear
Whispered close to my ear
In your arms I will rest
When the morning makes cracks in the air
Peacefully
Until, until…
‘Til it all falls apart
And the daylight brakes free
Then it’s just you and me.
There’s a tree on the hill
So real
And all cause of you…
