I'll See That You Aren't Woken Up Testo

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.