took the ride up to the well for the town i had to see the view of the green lighting the fire to the words in the way i could hear you breathe i could
Sometimes it comes through In the smallest complications You need to get there soon But you're lost outside of Boston There's no need for proof These
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring And its rivers never seem to stop going Follow back into past wintertime Back to fall back to those early summer
always up for views the snow fell in for hours covering up the bruise of hostile hesitation shuffle on the phone it's better off to settle down but that
i got lost in a part of the woods far from another cut the line between light and the good out of color when we breathe we can see the stare seems you
half of all our lives are spent encouraged by embarrassment we hold our heads and stay asleep and cannot hear in case nobody called follow the prim
When you wake up on your face on the bedroom carpet Count back all the ways that you ended up there You can't remember someone else's story You can
turn home from bars and weaving closets full of stuttered turns when pedals redden roads we'd pass through farms, the orchards are aligned it looks too
the braid from your hair rested on your shoulder shown in the green light from the panel of instruments the hairs looked like threads woven and were
Looking down on the smallest thing i squint so i can focus you hold your hands like they were broken see me look and say your joking no, i don't think
It was the rocks you liked So much you'd throw them Down into the river's darkness Down from where the trains go flying Your legs hung out Into the
(it's) Tough to close this map There's too much wind in the back It's your new coat - I don't like It's way too cold - the radio plays The sky blue-
Look out there is danger even in the simple word hello hiding in the reeds you would not believe where darkness goes discovery is the warmth of eyes
i won't be able to come to the table without the greenness that i believe in domewhere but i don't know thoughts of competition will take hold somewhere
corn stalks aren't like skyscrapers but behind you're invisible and all you ever want to fear don't worry about it - it's right here i wonder if i ate
pray to the simple machines that do not rely on belief the softness of steam and of gears their energy is surely pure the kindness of engines is not
the warmth has you taking off your coat in the darkness behind the greens and gold there's always things you wish you hadn't done there's always things
In complete darkness i lose balance i'm getting dressed you're still asleep think you're a fake at not being awake i reach the door your breath has changed
