Текст песни Acoustic

Picked you out Heard your name Told you mine In a scene someone frames And we’re made of paint And our colors smear Across the page Come here And we swirl and dance With the falling leaves And disguise ourselves In the orange, red, yellow autumn breeze Can you see? I hope we dry slowly All we need Are these leaves Like two trees We don’t speak But I can tell you That I love you All we need Are these leaves Like two trees We don’t speak I can tell you That I love you