Piano, vibraphone, organ, vocals - Karli, clarinet - Robi Fairbanks

The summer leaves now, turning brown are leaving empty thoughts. You would turn away without a sound, if not for all we sought. My heavy branches were not enough to satisfy a start into your broken heart. Deep in the treasury of my thoughts, there grows a wild rose bush. And her leaves bear threads of love songs, that i've longed to touch. Another day when love will stay closer than my front door I'll find those songs once hidden. In the name of resurrection someday you'll take my hand. Because we can't go on living our frightened hours unfit to stand. Come into the light where I can see you, the simple marks of your face. Meet me in the open space.

© 2009 ASCAP Karli Fairbanks Music