Outside we met Our skin was warm You were the sun in my eyes
We spoke with our tongues A fair complexion Looking for a place to hide
And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong
And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong or right Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home
Inside we let Our language grow Watching it ebb and flow
We fell in the shade Both played our part Learned how to read in the dark
And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong
And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong or right
Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Two ways to find I don't mind if it takes some time Highways forming inside of my soul I know we'll make it back home
Highways forming inside of my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
