The Breeze

The glass may be full, but the bottle is empty and the past is the equal of the love that you lent me. In the breeze of a friend, even brittle branches bend.

Like the ocean tide cools the burning sand A loved one takes you by the hand And deep inside a spark is fanned Till fires burn we don’t understand but the breeze of a friend makes the brittle branches bend. In the breeze of a friend, even brittle branches bend.

We can theorise and hypothesize Bring high and mighty down to size The revelation’s no surprise When finally we realise That the breeze of a friend makes the brittle branches bend. In the breeze of a friend, even brittle branches bend.

Feel the breeze Feel the breeze Feel the breeze of a friend, Feel your brittle branches… Feel your brittle branches… Feel the breeze of a friend, Feel your brittle branches bend.