It could be like the leaves Falling slowly to the street Then vanishing, disappearing It could be a new season Like a fashion finally Lack of passion Pick me up, my messenger With your thoughts, my messenger Pick me up, my messenger With your talk, my messenger (I'll sit and wait) It could be like a dream Fraying gently at the seams Then unravelling, disappearing It could be a way to reason Like a fashion finally Lack of passion There is nowhere to go There is nothing to do Pick me up, my messenger With your thoughts, my messenger Pick me up, my messenger With your talk, my messenger I'll sit and wait I'll sit and wait