Middle of A - Cozi Zuehlsdorff

We spend our autumn days, Counting all our gains

And stains from plums we eat by the stream

And you have a sort of grace, The sun dancing on your face

And pages of art you trace on my hand in the sand by the sea, oh my heart…

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

There’s a weeping willow tree, Christened with a someday dream

And with every leaf we follow the breeze

Soak up Paris in the rain, Find a school in Copenhagen

Painting the seasons, sketching the lines in the city of spires, oh my heart…

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

You stopped me in the middle of a

Ooh ooh The moon and water keep time, As you recite our rhymes

And reasons we feel at peace with our time

We feel at peace with our time