Every December sky
Must lose its faith in leaves
And dream of the spring inside the trees.
How heavy the empty heart,
How light the heart that`s full.
Sometimes I have to trust what I can`t know
Sometimes I have to trust what I can`t know
We walk into Paradise;
The angels lend us shoes.
`Cause all that we own,
We`ll come to lose,
And Heaven is not so far
Outside this womb of words.
With every rose that blooms
My soul is assured
It`s just like a song I`ve known
Yet still unheard.
And every leaf of fire lets go,
Melting in the arms of earth and snow.
And if I could hold you now,
You`d enter like a sigh.
You`d be the wind that blows
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