Passenger | Golden Leaves

Do you remember how this started out?
So full of hope and now we’re filled with doubt
A dirty joke we used to laugh about
But it’s not funny anymore

I fear I choke unless I spit it out
Still smell of smoke, although the fire’s gone out
Can’t live with you, but I die without
What’s left to say when every word’s been spoken?
What’s left to see when our eyes won’t open?
What’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
What’s left to break when our hearts are broken?

A storyteller, poet, the most beautiful voice in the world… There’s something about his music that actually takes you to that story, to that place in time. You can feel very emotion, every heartache and every memory.