Lean on Me, Lisa Songtext

von Marit Larsen

When you feel like a story without it's last page
Feel like a morning too saved(?) to break
Lean on me, lean on me

When you feel like a bid on the tip of your tongue
Can't pull up the weight of the world on your own
Lean on me, lean on me Lisa

Like a tree, like a rock,
Like a tall man on the top
Like a dream,
Like a promise in a sunny memory
Like a truth, like the song.
A place you called home
Lean on me, Lisa

When you're after winter, waiter for spring
When both finger aching, can't find your wings
Lean on me
Lean on me Lisa

Like a tree,
Like a rock,
Like a tall man on the top
Like a dream,
Like a promise in a sunny memory
Like a truth, like the song.
A place you called home

When you're on 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 man on the top
Like a dream,
Like a promise in a sunny memory
Like a truth, like the song
A place you called home
Lean on me, Lisa