On a Tuesday morning, when the sun wouldn't shine a light
I layed by the lake, waiting for her to arrive

In the midst of silence, a heart would slowly tear
Feel no grit nor violence, no love or solemn care

We let our leaves all fall
No night, no day, to recall
The fallen tree said it all
We answer the call

But I was too slow
As the wind let go
I would never know
Whether she would go