I walk a weathered canyon you're the rapids, running through it years and layers start to show in the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it earnest prayer I used to know
on the one side, I reach you on the other, try to leave you in between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you
came upon a message, hidden in some shallow water, written in a line of stones telling me to go on down the canyon, follow after. . . so I keep on. . .
on the one side, I reach you on the other, try to leave you in between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you
I walk a weathered canyon you're the rapids, running through it years and layers start to show in the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it earnest prayer I come to know
on the one side, I reach you on the other, try to leave you in between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you.