hey, do you hear that sound? it’s the sound of the lost gone found, it’s the sound of the mute gone loud. it’s the sound of a new start. oh, you don’t need a thing, you already know you are right as you are.
autumn leaves under frozen souls, hungry hands turning soft and old… i hear you singing, sitting there in your chair, while these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
i’m in here, can anybody see me? can anybody help? i’ve been waiting for you to come and rescue me… i need you to hold, all of the sadness i cannot. can’t you hear my call? are you coming to get me now?
