When, whenever Paul thinks of rain
Swallows fall in a wave
And tap on his window with their beaks
And when Paul thinks of snow
Soft winds blow 'round his head
And his phone rings just once late at night
Like a bird calling out
"You wake up Paul, don't be scared
Don't believe, you're all alone"
Wake up Paul
Whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds
Falling from the branches
Oh, from the branches and their
Falling from the branches of the trees
Oh, from the branches
Falling from the branches and their
Falling from the branches of the trees