we step on cushioned treasures
and dream of words like rivers
we are slow to start but soon chase after them
more tenaciously than any dream
these words are how we feel put to a melody
i guess that's all we'll ever be
transparent little words -
making their way down the loneliest of streams
i made a wrong turn
and lost sight of everything
blinded by salt water
i know you don't believe in my struggle
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
we step on cushioned treasures
and dream of words like rivers
we are slow to start but soon chase after them
more tenaciously than any dream
these words are how we feel put to a melody
i guess that's all we'll ever be
transparent little words -
making their way down the loneliest of streams
i made a wrong turn
and lost sight of everything
blinded by salt water
i know you don't believe in my struggle
