My Messenger - Secret Sun
Written by：Anne-Marie Campbell/Simon Landry
It could be like the leaves
Falling slowly to the street
Then vanishing disappearing
It could be a new season
Like a fashion finally
Lack of passion
Pick me up my messenger
With your thoughts my messenger
Pick me up my messenger
With your talk my messenger
It could be like a dream
Fraying gently at the seams
Then unraveling disappearing
It could be a way to reason
Like a fashion finally
Lack of passion
There is nowhere to go
There is nothing to do
Pick me up my messenger
With your talk my messenger
Pick me up my messenger
With your thoughts my messenger
I'll sit and wait
I'll sit and wait
