The Painting by Leaves
The Painting lyrics
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�
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