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 the phone rings just once
late at night
like a bird calling out
want you wake up, Paul
don't be scared
don't believe you're all alone
Wake, wake up, Paul
whisper clouds rolling by
and the seeds
falling from the branches of the trees
Oh from the branches and their
falling from the branches and their
falling from the branches of the trees
oh, from the branches and their
falling from the branches and their
falling from the branches of the trees
