I'll See That You Aren't Woken Up

Artists : Sherwood : I'll See That You Aren't Woken Up

Just sleep, the beauty of this place
Will seep into your very blood
I'll see that you aren't woken up

And it's slowed to just a trickle now
But I wish that it was pouring out
Because there's so much here to write about

And all the leaves are turning brown
They're falling from their branches
And landing at my feet

But I can hardly make a sound
A word of adoration, for what's surrounding me

Make it up from here, but I can't make it up from here
So I won't wake you up, my dear

How can I find my way out?
I dug this hole all by myself
With "no more poems on napkins"
And "I left the notebook on its shelf"

And I just want to write with everything inside