Middle of A

We spend our autumn days, Counting all our gains
And stains from plums we eat by the stream
And you have a sort of grace, The sun dancing on your face
And pages of art you trace on my hand in the sand by the sea, oh my heart…
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
There’s a weeping willow tree, Christened with a someday dream
And with every leaf we follow the breeze
Soak up Paris in the rain, Find a school in Copenhagen
Painting the seasons, sketching the lines in the city of spires, oh my heart…
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
You stopped me in the middle of a
Ooh ooh The moon and water keep time, As you recite our rhymes
And reasons we feel at peace with our time
We feel at peace with our time