The moon touches spring
Lift your hands and fall through the air
I don't know what I'd bring
Short of drifting away somewhere
I know about waiting
It's cold, hold on to me
And belong to me wherever I go
The one who wears your rosary
I can't help myself, it's been too long already
What do they know about waiting?
Until the last fallen leaves have stopped breathing
The moon looks for spring
Lift your hands and fall through the air
I don't know what I'd bring
Short of drifting away somewhere
But I know about waiting
It's cold, hold on to me
And belong to me wherever I go
The one who wears your rosary
I can't help myself, it's been too long already
What do they know about waiting?
Until the last fallen leaves have stopped breathing
