She left her heart in the broken brances above me,
In the leaves.
And she built a home in the lofty throws to guard it, underneath.
The sky then was blowing a breeze.
I watched as she shed all her leaves.
And then, her heart hung there in the Winter air,
And spring, ain't just around the bend.
Well I can feel it coming again,
And that weary heart is far from broken in.
And I can feel it coming around,
And I'm just waiting for it to fall down.
And I shivered there in the shaky shadow of branches. Thrown on the snow.
And I willed the limbs to drop their load, but seedlings started to grow.
She shouted;
"You're wasting all of your time! The flowers are blooming, and this heart is only mine.
Well I can feel it coming again,
And that weary heart is far from broken in.
And I can feel it coming around,
And I'm just waiting for it to fall down.
For it to fall down.
And rather than waiting for it,
I left the frozen ground behind, and climbed up instead.
Cause I can feel it coming again,
And that weary heart was far from broken in.
And I can't believe what I found, since I decided to leave the ground.