To the Trees

A smell of winter on your face It's what remains of this old place Do you remember when you wanted to collect and paint leaves? A lapse of reason on your face Is coming through you'd better brace Do you remember when you wanted to collect and paint leaves? Sometimes the world can be so dark, my love So we all may need the brightest colors But today is grey and we paint leaves No grace today, I'll walk to the trees I'll walk to the trees My curious eyes are on your trail I'm pretty sure they cannot fail You were so tender when you wanted to collect and paint leaves Sometimes the world can't make you smile, my love So we all may need the brightest colors And today is grey and we paint leaves No grace today, I'll walk to the trees I'll walk to the trees Today is grey and we paint leaves No grace, yes, today, I'll walk to the trees Today is grey and we paint leaves No grace, yes, today, I'll walk to the trees I'll walk to the trees