Kicking the leaves
I'm walking past your old apartment
Again
Birds in the trees
Are singing songs of starting over
And giving in
You said
Feels like a dream
But it's not the first time
You wash over me
A screen covered in light
What's to see
You'll paint me how you like
Then over with white
I might
Not see it right now
But then again it's only right
Right
Feels like a dream
But it's not the first time
You wash over me
A screen covered in light
Wash over me
Till I'm covered in light