and i cannot guess what we'll discover, when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels. but i know our filthy hands can wash one another’s, and not one speck will remain.

and i do believe it’s true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes. but if the silence takes you, then i hope it takes me too. so brown eyes i hold you near, cause you’re the only song i want to hear.

a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere..
where soul meets body.