Lost Leaves - Cecil Lyrics

Lay your head upon my sleeve
Rest your troubled crown, baby
Let the atmosphere drown out
May the peace caress

The sound of thunder, and crying
For all of the things we'll
All end up dying for
We'll end up dying for

Despite all the time it's been
Since the day you left
Your energy's a memory
That I simply can't let go of

I seek your face in
Crowds on the street
I catch myself muttering
Things I wish I could say
To you still, but the
Moment's gone like the wind

I seek your face in
Crowds on the street
I catch myself muttering
Things I wish I could say
To you still, but the
Moment's gone like the wind