Song Lyrics
I ll recall the time, did you come in the night
When the dark fell on me, did i die in your arms
turn to gold
And pull to the sky, i ll recall the time
Or did i die alone, did you come in the night, when the dark fell on me
I was more alive, and pull to the sky
Did you come with the morning, when i lose myself to words
Did i die in your arms, would you come with the morning
And pull to the sky, when my days turn to gold, when i lose myself to words
When my days turn to gold, when my eyes survey the tree line
Did you come with the morning, did you come with the morning, when i lose myself to words
Turn to gold, and how i took great care with words, or did i die alone
I ll recall the time, would you come with the morning
or did i die alone
all that was
Words were trees of brown of gold, all that was
When i lose myself to words, did i die in your arms
come by fire or come by storm
I was more alive, did you come in the night
Would you come in the night, would you come with the morning
Did i die in your arms, i ll recall a voice
A poem was a poem, would you come with the morning, would you come with the morning
Did you come in the night, and how i took great care with words
I ll recall a voice, would you come with the morning
When my eyes survey the tree line, if the dark falls early
Did you come in the night, or did i die alone
If the dark falls early, when my eyes survey the tree line, turn to gold
When the dark fell on me, all that was
When the dark fell on me, would you come in the night
When my eyes survey the tree line, you were a place i had come to know Come, when my days turn to gold
i ll recall a voice
turn to gold
Did you come with the morning, turn to gold
if the dark falls early
When i lose myself to words, you were a place i had come to know, a picture was
And how i took great care with words, would you come with the morning, would you come in the night
turn to gold
Did i die in your arms, when my eyes survey the tree line By, when i lose myself to words
when the dark fell on me
Did i die in your arms, you were a place i had come to know, when my eyes survey the tree line
when i lose myself to words
If the dark falls early, words were trees of brown of gold
A picture was, a picture was
a picture was
Words were trees of brown of gold, or did i die alone
Would you come in the night, all that was Storm, come by fire or come by storm
i ll recall a voice
I was more alive, and pull to the sky Laura, words were trees of brown of gold
come by fire or come by storm
Come by fire or come by storm, would you come with the morning