Leaf - River Whyless

I’m not searching for perfect

I’m perfecting my search

To pay the debt they say is high above town

It’s buried deep and its shallow

I’ll pan the rivers tomorrow

With the hope that I make my way home

To a place where our love could have grown

If the rain fell in sheets

And washed everything clean

Then I would be miserable

And you’d kneel in the attic

Of you fathers apartment

You’d pray, «Lord, what can I do?»

But I’m not asking him, I’m asking you

At the top of the morning

And the bottom of night

You were sleeping closer to him

And I wept in the stairwell

To our love I said farewell

I had just let you go

To the God that I’d never know