Troy Hutson Spines Of Names And Leaves
We place thee in the dirtThe morrow after.
Hollow out the sound
As we remain above ground.
The distance in your eyes
Never turning out right.
Just follow the chords
And bring me back home.
I hear a gusty roar
As I turn to listen
The second you call out
The things you never wanted.
Should I stand surprised,
Or cast away my eyes?
Just follow the chords
And bring me back home.
Home, my home.
Oh, heaven only knows.
The spines of names and leaves
Echoing amongst the
Starriest of nights,
Balancing the twilight.
I can call out all I want,
But you will never answer.
Just follow these chords,
And come back home.
Home, come home.
Your home, it is my home.
Oh, the spines of names and leaves.
Oh, the spines of names and leaves.
Oh, the spines of names and leaves.
Oh, the spines of names and leaves.
