Pouring freshly boiling water into green leaves freshly plucked The sun's shining bright through their thick false lashes And a clatter of the teacup surrounded by some trees Echoing through a lazy afternoon Driving down a vein Running through thin leaves Waiting for the time -the time it comes to an edge Puts a pressed leaf in a paperback Staring down on the cover worn out Alone on a bench Looking for someone to talk The pigeons on the ground has flown off will come back in the end of the day Going to stay here until then like a dead wood Driving down a vein Crawling on a leaf Waiting for the time -the time it turns out to love again Can't you hear these hearts beating in background? Do you hear the sounds? Driving down a vein Slowly down the river Waiting for the time Driving down a vein Running through thin leaves Waiting for the time -the time it turns out to love again