sunshine cooks the leaves so that in the fall, they are burnt and crispy
Father, where have you gone? I wanted to ask you, who is your god? Father, listen to me: I wanted to tell you I'm far from the tree.
From far away the faces start to fade from memory, and on the day the children find their way. I'll climb trees and all around the mowers mow the ground and pull the weeds. Am I allowed to stay and hear the sounds of leaves falling down?
Sister, would you throw me a rope? I'm caught in the fire and buried in snow. Sister, would you lend me your smile? The distance is growing, please stay for a while. Mother, I just realized that death only kills me while I'm alive.
from From Here
released November 11, 2011
music and lyrics by Charlie Glick