Astronautalis 17 Summers
I climb this hill to build you up.
They say no man is an island.
With wood and rocks I built this hut.
And we ate all our meals in silence.
If poor truth be our only love
Then where will lies find me.
For wood and rocks are not enough.
With out you nothing can build it.
Oh no...no expectations.
No new...no expectations.
17 summers since the nation died in my clutch.
And she swore I can outrun your guidance and love.
Peace is peace and blood is blood.
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The world has wisdom but not enough.
Im a dull image of my fathers son.
My weak hands can't mend our hearts.
And yours can...tear the world apart.
God give me the strength to live as I please.
With the windows open, and my face in the breeze.
