Smooth

(альбом: Finite Form - 2013)

Gold ran the autumn sky
And often we would fly
Above
Arms out on the freezing sun
Our jackets held us warm
As dancing leaves would form
Walls
We'd take each others hands and we would run

Goodbyes and see you soons
Most every afternoon
Made
The lonely nights a bit easier to take
You took a downward bend
Night swung you back again
Learn
It takes a lot to watch a person break

Those lakes of ours drying up
Even though we kept trying, trying
Smooth hands that I'd been stripped of
I knew the ground till I was flying, flying

Every inch that we grew
And everything that we'd do
Planted seeds
Throughout the weeds
And when it reached the sky
It was a mile high
And I'll always know
There's ground below