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Paper Leaves (Acoustic)
04:23
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Verse 1:
Log fires and acorns
And sweaters and s’mores.
Trees turn to embers
And leaves start to fall,
And all of these things
Make the best time of year.
I watch from my window;
I miss it all…
Chorus:
Paper leaves on my window,
Paper leaves on the floor.
If I close my eyes I still feel
Jack Frost come to bite my nose,
But my nose is safely tucked-away
Behind these frosted windows,
And the crunch of leaves beneath my feet
Is just a memory.
Verse 2:
When leaves fall they dance, oh
So graceful they go.
They know somehow that they
Have lived to serve their cause.
But what cause do we have
To watch the seasons go by.
The time soon will come dear
For you and I.
Chorus × 1
Bridge:
My coat: still on the hook.
My boots, just waiting for use.
My love, I’m yearning for you.
My heart is aching…
Bridge × 2
Chorus × 2
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Verse 1:
I jumped on a boat with twenty others or more.
We’re taking the leap, we’ve had enough of this fight.
I woke-up this morning, my house turned to dust,
And I had to find a light.
Prechorus 1:
They talk of an island just over the sea.
They talk of the hope that it brings.
So I’m taking a shot, ’cause hope’s all that I’ve got,
So keep me safe; I’m coming home…
Chorus:
I’m just trying to find my way home;
Somewhere I can lay my head
And trust that ’til morn
I’ll be safe and sound.
Verse 2:
There’s a woman sat next to me, a mother of three.
Her husband was killed, now they’re trying to flee.
A young boy beside me: an orphan of war.
Come-on, God, please let them live.
Prechorus 2:
They talk of an island just over the sea.
They talk of the hope that it brings.
We can only pray we won’t be turned-away
To a land of loss and fear.
Chorus × 1
Bridge:
Wouldn’t it be nice if I
Could call this isle my home?
Walk through my own front door
And be nice and safe and warm.
And I could go to sleep at night
Without gunfire in the streets;
Wouldn’t it be nice…
Final chorus:
I’m just trying to find my way home;
Somewhere I can lay my head
And trust that ’til morn…
I’m just trying to find my way home;
Somewhere I can lay my head
And trust that ’til morn
I’ll be safe and sound.
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Phoeb. Bristol, UK
Songwriter and cover artist from Bristol. Collabs, loves and lives with Andi Emma Davies (aka Amateur Panda).
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