Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Withered and gold, an autumn leaf blows
Need you more proof of the treasures in the fallen
And the retreat to youth
A little more grace, a little less hast
Nature needs room
She's gotta whisper the secrets
That put you back in bloom
'Cause you're alive, alive, alive
Will you receive that I believe
You're beautiful, will you receive
That I can see, you're beautiful
How did I fall, how did I run dry?
How did I lose, how did I lie?
I'm gonna let you down
Let you down with truth
The echo of my whispers
Meaningless to you
But I wanna figure this out
Figure this out so you
Can finally hear the angels
Screaming back at you