Street Couch

Saw you propped up, leaning on despair, vinyl skin all cracked and bare but something in your weary frame, whispered secrets, whispered my name Boot the couch, bring it on inside, give you a home where you can reside Mend your broken feet, let your cushions sigh, cause beauty blooms from forgotten lies Ghosts of stories linger in the thread, whispers of lovers, dreams long dead I'll weave my own tales where yours once spun, under the setting autumn sun Boot the couch, bring it on inside, give you a home where you can reside Mend your broken feet, let your cushions sigh, cause beauty blooms from forgotten lies You're more than just wood and worn out seams, you're a refuge, a vessel of dreams A reminder that even other things can bloom again, with a little love, a helping hand from a friend Boot the couch, bring it on inside, give you a home where you can reside Mend your broken feet, let your cushions sigh, cause beauty blooms from forgotten lies