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The corn stalks wonât stop talking
Iâd like to listen to the conversation when Iâm walking on the frosty grass
I can see the capacity in my lungs cuz my breath lasts
19 million acres of color
making a masterpiece before we get another blank canvas
blank seasons which everything turns white,
all over again.
Itâs time to make a quilt for the lands
Stitching every leaf, every piece
sticky warm underneath
The bugs and the dirt can keep cozy
by the earth above the blanket is changing slowly
This season tends to be
the reason for love, and Iâm freezing up
I wanna fall just like the leaves above.
Just like the leaves above.
Well, itâs the right time to live in a mitten
and, oh, i am happy weâre in the same glove.
Hold on to my hand,
itâs big enough for both of us to fit in.
And, oh, i am happy weâre in the same glove.
Thereâs a whisper,
a kiss in the wind
a secret land
and a mystical him
and it makes me high
when i
breath it in and i feel the vibration,
when i listen
crimsinber umber
a world thats covered in wonder
a moment, inspired by slumber
but broken by thunder
Itâs time to make a bond with the land
picking up the pieces made by man
with all the beauty in the palm of your hand
just take a look around
youâll understand
This season tends to be
the reason for love, and Iâm warming up
Weâre all together like the leaves below.
Just like the leaves below.
itâs the right time to live in a mitten
and, oh, i am happy weâre in the same glove.
Hold on to my hand,
itâs big enough for both of us to fit in.
And, oh, i am happy weâre in the same glove.
When autumn comes
when autumn comes, love, mmmm
when autumn comes, love, weâll follow
When autumn comes, love, weâll follow. Ooohhh.
- Álbum:
- A Dream Between
- Mitten (Single)