Текст песни Secret Sun - My Messenger

It could be like the leaves
Falling slowly to the street
Then vanishing, disappearing
It could be a new season
Like a fashion finally
Lack of passion

Pick me up, my messenger
With your thoughts, my messenger
Pick me up, my messenger
With your talk, my messenger
(I'll sit and wait)

It could be like a dream
Fraying gently at the seams
Then unravelling, disappearing
It could be a way to reason
Like a fashion finally
Lack of passion

There is nowhere to go
There is nothing to do

Pick me up, my messenger
With your talk, my messenger
Pick me up, my messenger
With your thoughts, my messenger

I'll sit and wait
I'll sit and wait