Lost Leaves from Closure by Kate Birch

I came to the island
But it was already to late
Rust on all the benches
And rust on summer dreams

Palm trees are loosing their leaves
And empty bottles of wine
Closed doors and nobody hear

Nobody knows where things are heading
Nobody knows where things are heading right
Nobody knows where things are heading
Nobody knows where things are heading right know

Truce a moment of truce
I will be back soon and love again
Truce a moment of truce
And nothing is dying there

Truce a moment of truce
I will be back soon and love again



Extending the normal
Everyday’s modern live
Feeding toxic forces
Cause we want just little bit more

So they wait for third world war
Preparing soldiers and armor
And we use up crops and climate
Cause we live until the final end

Truce a moment of truce
I will be back soon and love again
Truce a moment of truce
And nothing is dying there

Truce a moment of truce
I will be back soon and love again

• Experimental Indie Pop
• Pop
• Bern