Louis Philippe The Orchard
[Verse: 1]
Slyvia my dear
I thought you were listening
I won't wake you up
Now your sleep is my own
I thought of a place
That once was an orchard
The trees had been cut and the [?]
You were running
Then you stopped
Bits of branch
You had been shot
Slyvia my dear
I thought you were listening
I won't wake you up
Now your sleep is my own
I thought of a place
That once was an orchard
The trees had been cut and the [?]
[Verse: 2]
[?] and called my name
It seemed so strange
To hear my name
[Interlude]
[Verse: 3]
Don't escape from your wonderland
I never get close to that magical land
I got my own dreams
And they tell me of you
They hurt me a lot
But they tell me of you
[Interlude]
You were running
Then you stopped
Bit s of branch
You had been shot
