The Last Bison - Souls in the Sand | Текст песни

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Palms pressed to the wet stone
From the end of the bridge to the orange grove
We would cut them down in our search for gold
Leaving more behind than we would take home

Peter
I would run through the jungle with you if I had the chance
I'd go back again to
Get caught in the rain as we searched for our souls in the sand

Knee-deep in the downpour
As my mother called through the kitchen door
Come revitalize, fortify, restore
If the light runs out we will pray for more

Oh what a glorious memory
Watch as a thousand monarchs rise
Wrap me inside your wingspan
Beauty is in the makers eye

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