Binance

Barrel Of Leaves (We Are Augustines)

Stare at a wristwatch On a mighty fine day Could bring tears to a stone wall Or here where I stay, Mothers gathering leaves Into a barrel and I say "Why do you pack your parachute With a thousand ton weight?" When you fall from the sky I'll bring you barrels of leaves But it would never soften your fall Or ever help you at all And now I'm all out of words here They all left me last week But I can give you my voice here It's all I have to speak I can give you my voice Give you my voice When you fall from the sky I'll bring you barrels of leaves But it would never soften your fall Or ever help you at all