Blue Leaves

Irene Wilde

Compositor: Irene Wilde

You’re a work of art
A mixture of beauty and sadness
He might not have had the painter’s eye
To make out such distinctions
And as your body heals
I ask you to remember
This reality you built
Won’t block out all dark, unnatural movements

Grow old with me
Grow old with me

Blue leaves, white branches on the trees
Oh the world
See it, see it with me
And I will build you a balloon
Float you away from this place
Where the Sun shines
And hope doesn’t make you cave
But now I stand as they pray
All the people that have come to congregate
As your mother gives me a false name
So I can see you lie there
In that lifeless state
But I fear when you wake up
You’ll still be needing that one man’s love
And I won’t be enough
So I sing to you
While they fix your charcoaled
Charcoaled lungs

Grow old with me
The best in life is yet to be
Grow old with me
The best in life
The best in life
The best

So look me in the eye
As I stand by your side
You were telling me it was just a whim
But the reality is
You were an inch from this life
So get angry with me
Yell and scream
Do what you need
But do not wash this out to sea
If I have to
I’ll be the mirror that you need
For when you wake up
Not from death
But unrequited love

You’ll realize you are enough
And there are many many
Versions of true love
‘'cause there’s a hope
There’s a light
But it’s not by reaching the other side
Its by letting those tears fall
And confronting what hurts most inside

Grow old with me
The best in life is yet to be
Grow old with me
The best in life
The best in life
Grow old with me
The best in life is yet to be
Grow old with me
The best in life
The best in life
The best

Blue leaves whites branches on the trees
Oh the world you see it
See it with me
And I will build you a balloon
Float you from this place
Where the Sun shines and
Hope doesn’t make you cave
But now I stand as they