Letras
Under the autumn tree
The chair where you would swing
A yard so full of leaves
Comfort me
A man that resembles me
Watching his young lady sleep
Now I'm off to dream
Comfort me
Is this my old shape? My mind is away
How long have you been gone?
And the cold winters aged the soft of your face
And I can't move on
Market morning sun
Fish from an early hunt
I wait, but you're gone
Linger on
Is this my old shape? My mind is away
How long have you been gone?
And the cold winters aged the soft of your face
And I can't move on
Linger on (linger on)
Linger on (linger on)
I can't move on
Linger on (is this my old shape?)
Linger on (my mind is away)
And I can't move on (how long have you been gone?)
Linger on (the cold winter aged)
Linger on (the soft of your face)
And I can't move on (I can't move on)
Linger on (linger on)
Linger on (linger on)
And I can't move on