Sandals in the closet
Jackets by the door
Orange, red, life and death
Scattered 'round the feet of the sycamore
The waiting hands of winter
Catch us when we fall
Is it just me? I can't believe
The green of spring was ever here at all
You keep Your promises
You keep Your promises
I might not see it yet
You keep Your promises
Everyone I care for
Just like every perfect dream
Withers, fades, and drifts away
Feels like we're all falling with the leaves
You keep Your promises
You keep Your promises
I might not see it yet
You keep Your promises
There is hope within the breaking of the heart of every seed
And I know You feel the aching at the end of all good things
I believe in restoration, I believe that You redeem
Because I know somehow the sycamore will bloom again in spring
You keep Your promises
You keep Your promises
I might not see it yet
There will be life again
You keep Your promises
You keep Your promises
I might not see it yet
You keep Your promises