I will hold a place for you all alone, to see it through.
And all these feelings are meant to grow inside our bodies.
Inside our bones. Some run away.
I am a mountain a few yards away.
You are the road, that bridges the waters and keeps me from cold.
I will hold.
And all these feelings are meant to grow inside our bodies.
Inside our bones. Some run away.
I am a mountain a few yards away.
You are the road, that bridges the waters and keeps me from cold.
I will hold.