
Maple Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2015
Lyrics
Feed on the fire of your youth
Of what you thought you understood
The footsteps to get you where you are
Scared the dove into the wood
Sitting still under the maple back home
Cross your legs, think of how far we've come
Maybe we should fly away
Lift up your eyes for the year
Has arrived for second chances
The Root of every dying limb you know
Saw fit to feed your branches
Sitting still under the maple back home
Cross your legs, think of how far we've come
Maybe we should fly away
(Woo)
Maybe we should fly away
Maybe we should fly away
Maybe we should fly-y-y-y-y
Away