lean on me, lisa

larsen, marit

when you feel like a story

without its last page

feel like the morning

too scared to break

lean on me

lean on me

when you feel like goodbye on the tip of your tongue

you're pulling the weight of the world on your own

lean on me

lean on me

lisa

like a tree

like a rock

like a tall mountaintop

like a dream

like a promise

a sunny memory

like a truth

like a song

a place you call home

lean on me

lisa

when you're acting winter

waiting for spring

when both feet are anchors

you can't find your wings

lean on me

lean on me

lisa

like a tree

like a rock

like a tall mountaintop

like a dream

like a promise

a sunny memory

like a truth

like a song

a place you call home

when you're a ship lost at sea

when you drift away from me

lean on me

lisa

lean on me

lisa

like a tree

like a rock

like a tall mountaintop

like a dream

like a promise

a sunny memory

like a truth

like a song

a place you call home

lean on me

lisa