Laura Gibson – Letras de Come By Storm

When my eyes survey the tree line I'll recall your voice
And how I took great care of words
For all that was a picture was a poem, was a poem
Words were trees of brown and of gold
You were a place I had come to know

And if the dark falls early
Would you come in the night?
Would you come with the morning?
Come by fire or come by storm?

When my days turn to gold, turn to gold
And pull to the sky, to the sky
I'll recall a time I was more alive
When I lose myself to words
Would I die in your arms or did I die alone?

And when the dark fell on me
Did you come in the night?
Did you come with the morning?
Come by fire or come by storm?