What can you escape when the ground becomes your feet
Taking you to places you had never thought you'd be
If I tell you something would you say you understood
Even if the sun was down and we became the woods
Here we are in front of it, the world between our heads
Making us susceptible to holes inside our beds
I have fallen many times because of holding on
To paralleled uncertainties you've hidden in your palms
Cover up the tracks and it's as if I wasn't there
I'll continue walking til I'm physically impaired