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 wooden worn out scenes, you're a refuge, a vessel of dreams