歌词
I lack words for the splendor
I might wilt from what I won't remember, it seems
You're still in some of my dreams
Cool light, post oak broken skyline
We hid in the backseats down the backroads, we flew
The gravel it sings to me too
When you call to me out
Of every void that we've carved with our doubts
I won't hear
And that's the weight of my fear
When I call to you from
Every mile marker touched by the sun
I might crawl
Just to follow you home
I cling to my sense of wonder
Can the flame and count seconds to thunder, it's clear
The storm grows closer each year
Fraying thread, soft song only I hear
Lost faces hold past lives cursed to disappear
Into the wind won't you steer
When you call to me out
Of every void that we've carved with our doubts
I won't hear
And that's the weight of my fear
When I call to you from
Every mile marker touched by the sun
I might crawl
Just to follow you home
I might crawl
Just to follow you