Standing on this holy ground Of fallen leaves and crooked limbs Looking back I see you now Climbing high no mind the risk The subtle lines beside your lips Like souvenirs of years of laughter And dangling cross across your wrist Got you through more than you asked for
They say it's a ring that wraps around With no end and no beginning Like the well spring underground The way you sleep, believe through doubt It's the way we stay here living As our names fade from this town It's the way you keep on giving me your fire to burn on
Feels like I can't come home The more I'm gone the more things change The man I am ain't what they know no more And under all these coats of paint I know there's lines I know there's cracks I know there's times we couldn't see The leaks and damage in the rafters over years gone past But still feels safe up in those treesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
