A Weather Giant Stairs
I don't know if I should go back there, without you.
To much older rocks, than we've found, 'cos,
'Cos the air, is wet and salty,
in the wake of passing by.
The gravel road that burns through branches,
and so I return to the shore, in,
In the wreck of something moving,
inexhaustibly tonight.
It's kind of hard to say in this light
It's kind of hard to say when this light, goes out with a fight.
It's kind of hard to say in this light
It's kind of hard to say when this light, goes out with a fight.
I wanna a new start to what's ending.
The needles to prick up their ears, to,
To the jealousies that battle,
in the winds of giant stairs.
It's not the tires you're hearing,
but what's getting crushed underneath, and
And I know that this is fading,
and I want to take my time.
It's kind of hard to say in this life
It's kind of hard to say in this life, where the lands end is.
It's kind of hard to say in this life
It's kind of hard to say in this life, where the lands end is.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's the quick stop.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's not the fall that we, should be afraid of.
It's the quick stop.
