It was out on the highway. It was warmer than blood. It was spaces and basements. Faces brimming with love. It was nightfall to daybreak. Finding a
I recall once on the church steps, When I moved to kiss your chest, How we paid such close attention To each sweet and stuttered breath, I should?ve
either, just Stared downward at the page most times or Thought about it real hard. And there must be something missing in me That she?s there and I?m still here
Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing, ?Someone carry me away.? If there?s always someone leaving. Will we ever stop believing
