Mark Berube - Oak Tree | Текст песни

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A raincoat made of cotton
is what I'm in for
I'm sitting under a roof of leaves
in a downpour

there's a streetlight and its orphans
in a burned out embrace
as I start to feel the harvest of a cloud
on my face

and I sleep awake
on a bench, under an oak tree
as that wall, through Jerusalem
breaks and separates

there's Morse code and applause
in the leaves above my head
sending signals down below
that the future's looking wet

so I hold my awkward tongue
as that storm tumbles around
and sinks into the puddles
that are bleeding on the ground

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