No words, patience; just 500 miles to drive by

Crystal moon, in the day sky; like helium keeping it up high

Green blue hills, roll over and over; painted with grass, the wind blows down

As it dances, shining in the sun, the morning kisses the highway; and i move on, over and gone; into the field, out of view, driving to you.

(repeat chorus)

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Time flows down, impatiently alone; and i feel my heart swell with sadness and blood; deep red, older than me

It’s been too long coming; drowned and still, but alive; swift rushing waters holding me down, washing my lungs of debris; every last breath of me

It takes every last breath just to say, knowing from so far away; like a boy telling stories i could have come clean, and loved you like i should have

Days roll by, waters flowing along; but with a faint breath she whispers to me, all i wanted to be

Oh i would have, if the boy deep inside was as good as; and i could have, if i just would have learned from the start

It takes every last breath just to say, going from so far away; like a boy telling stories i could have come clean, and loved you like i should have

It takes every last breath

But i love you from this day on

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Tempest slowly raging just another room away; loud thunder, howling wind; here, caught in the eye, here i'm prepared to

The comfort of an eiderdown, the soothing of a voice; the touch of someone knowing how i can make the choice to somehow fly away, to somewhere i can be; and believe there is a place, a place that's mostly made for

All there is a hollow body ashamed to sit and plead, unable to begin; drenched with water never dry, and it's prepared to

Someone, can you please believe? if only you could intervene; to be the one who sees, the one who rescues me from things so big and loud; shouting from the inside, hidden from the out, invisible beyond the frame

Teacher, can you help me? i'm lost in all this rain; pounding on the rooftop, clouds that never blow away; pour down on suffocating soil, flooding all the plain; asphyxiating little things that rarely come to mind, those little things impossible to find.

(repeat chorus)

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With so much powder packed inside our pale and fragile bones, what wonders why we're ravaged by the shrapnel death explodes

Too young, nerves worn bare, bare wind blows; barely with scarce breath, scars borne so far low, lowly, light, light to bone

Wore fragile by old, old sons too, too young to go; all too young to know the tone that shatters

When no tone where so low, is heard by men dug down, too young, when all too young to go,
too young to go.

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