The Shaking of Leaves - Into It. Over It.

Late this afternoon I heard your voice

It was the first time in what felt like years

It was a whisper in my ear and then the wind in the trees

It was the shaking of leaves that shook the streets while shaking me

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

Late this afternoon I heard your voice

I got hit for the first time in what felt like years

It struck me down, a harmless jab

But you, well you rang loud and clear

You tore down the walls

And just as quickly you were gone

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

(Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)

The New Haven exposé

Must’ve heard me call this off

It must’ve heard my brief applause

Must’ve heard my disbelief

The New Haven exposé

Confirmed they caught a killer

Well I caught a chill

When the newsprint said the gunman was nineteen

Late this afternoon I heard your voice

It was the first time in what felt like years