UponTheDyingGrass - BONES

Upon the dying grass, under the overpass

Where I’d catch my breath

I don’t need the road I’ve taped it out, I’m on a different station

Thoughts of you is what helps me now, when I’m feeling complications

I love the thought that we were all just infants, new to life and so helpless

in an instant

I love the thought that we were all just infants, new to life and so helpless

in an instant

He was a man who found salvation, Living amongst the sea

Fell aboard, and washed ashore, because the tide took me

Little sticks in shapes of letters, in hopes that they will see

Once they see the lightning, they’re the ones that sail away