Analog Missionary Walk To The Sun
Watching the sky
Pour out the rain
Onto the fields
That the sun has burned
Pass through the woods
Mountains of stone
Breathe through my hands
Stiff from the cold
Walk through the rain
Down dirty streets
Walk by the woods
Where the robbers sleep
Come out at night
With the fireflies
Move through the shadows
Of a moonless night
You love yourself
Your life's been vane
You run the course
Like a building aflame
Trick of a lie
Touch of a love
You come undone with
The smallest of shoves
