Blown Light Paroles

The walks go on
And all is moved
And every trees make rows
We emulate
Refills our souls
Where we went on the saddest day
At least that means we'll wait again
They'll find us in the deepest wood
We'll leave a trail of where we sleep
The day before us
Leave again
Inside his body
We'll relate

Please tell her I'll come home
There has to be faraway, faraway arms
Please tell her I'll come home
To build that for the wandering, wandering gone
Please tell her I'll come home
There has to be faraway, faraway arms Blue bounty of breezes away