Every December sky

Must lose its faith in leaves

And dream of the spring inside the trees.

How heavy the empty heart,

How light the heart that's full.

Sometimes I have to trust what I can't know

Sometimes I have to trust what I can't know



We walk into Paradise;

The angels lend us shoes.

'Cause all that we own,

We'll come to lose,

And Heaven is not so far

Outside this womb of words.

With every rose that blooms

My soul is assured

It's just like a song I've known

Yet still unheard.



And every leaf of fire lets go,

Melting in the arms of earth and snow.

And if I could hold you now,

You'd enter like a sigh.

You'd be the wind that blows

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