You're a lost soul
I know your kind
For i have followed them
But never quite found myself where
You all go to lose yourselves
Close my eyes not to ask for help
But my mother knows my eyes too well.
I know your kind
For i have followed them
But never quite found myself where
You all go to lose yourselves
Close my eyes not to ask for help
But my mother knows my eyes too well.
You're a truth speaker
With a heart of gold
Please keep me close
For i'd like to learn some
With fools gold i try to hide my tongue
But from you speaks the very sun
And i pray that you will always hold on.
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Tied To The Moon
The Boatshed Sessions