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