From the first breath of sunlight, I could hear songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me. But when I sang
along, they all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion. I was blown
away with the leaves, and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
And I'll go until these bones don't go.
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour
and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. In her words I could see a thoughtful
line, if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated,
and I'm who it's against. Living life in constant motion is the only way I'll
be content.
And I'll go until this body does not go.
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From the first breath of sunlight, I could hear songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me. But when I sang
along, they all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion. I was blown
away with the leaves, and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
And I'll go until these bones don't go.
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour
and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. In her words I could see a thoughtful
line, if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated,
and I'm who it's against. Living life in constant motion is the only way I'll
be content.
And I'll go until this body does not go.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me. But when I sang
along, they all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion. I was blown
away with the leaves, and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
And I'll go until these bones don't go.
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour
and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. In her words I could see a thoughtful
line, if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated,
and I'm who it's against. Living life in constant motion is the only way I'll
be content.
And I'll go until this body does not go.