Wish List: novembro 2014

sexta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2014

And let the sun wrap its arms around me

And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing

And feel, feel what it's like to be new

Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station

Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations

So they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover

When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels

But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's

And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes

But if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too

So Brown Eyes I'll hold you near cause you're the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.