Thinking about the past that has all gone.
They say memory is a fickle siren song
to a road that don't lead home,
so I'll wander and I'll roam until I fall
straight into your arms forevermore.
And I will never have to face another door
leading to the vast unknown,
in my wonder I will roam but not so far.
Wind blow through the trees, tell me what my lover said I beg you please.
Set my heart at ease, take me to my lovers breast, it will help me breathe
on and on.
I was thinking about the days we had it all.
And now that memory has become so small
I will have to make my own,
I will wander and Ill roam but not so far.
from rain sounds
released June 15, 2015
prod. nate thompson
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