i caught the sunshine pushing folds into my skin
and as the broad plains gave
and i grew gray
and warmed within
the wind i draw is carving stone into my ribs
and when i crawl to sleep
i dream too big
and wake up as the hills
in stone
in stone
i count the days
i called the mountains
i said hey how are you?
are we mirrors
of ourselves off each other?
and as the broad plains gave
and i grew gray
and warmed within
the wind i draw is carving stone into my ribs
and when i crawl to sleep
i dream too big
and wake up as the hills
in stone
in stone
i count the days
i called the mountains
i said hey how are you?
are we mirrors
of ourselves off each other?