The nights we spoke with tongues of fire The days we walked out on the wire We were young and we were not afraid The angels whispered in our ears To tell us what the hilltop hears Beholden to the promises we made When we were young and we were not afraid River waters moved inside Our bodies like the ocean tide The spirit swam the hallows of our veins The years they roared like waves down on The rocky shores we stand upon And beat against our banks with iron rage When we were young and we were not afraid We can still push up against those pillars We can light those foxes tails ablaze Nighttime still pushes up against the sun Where we grow young and we are not afraid And you, you gotta find your way back home Out of the woods And you, you don’t have to hold your own You gotta find your way back home Out of the woods They’re gonna smoke you out They’re gonna find you out Out of the woods
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 15:13:12 +0000
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