Visceral fear
She warned me of those fears
With sunlight peaking through seraphic pines
I see morning glow where our sea meets the sky
Unprepared
Unprepared for how the river bends
Yet fully aware of where it will end
These visceral fears remain
Oh graciously losing the days
When the sunlight falls upon my skin
I'll number my days
Know that I'm made for love
I come alone
And I've seen your ghost
In the darkest northern skies
With my anxiousness held high
I run from here
From those thoughts that plague my mind
I don't know where I am
Or where I am going
But I can see the trees are golden
When the sunlight falls upon my skin
I'll number my days
Know that I'm made for love
See how the grass moves as one in the wind
My worries will fade
The sun on my face