My Messenger - Secret Sun

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