the sun don't come around
seemed like summer would just go on and on
to bring faith across a canyon
it's much wider then you imagined
made of smoke and thin air
it rolls around her tongue
the moon asks for me to come
The one who leaves grieves
for the one who feels abandoned
to sit around and count the days
But I decided to sit still
with that avalanche on the horizon
searching for life beneath the last one
and I hope it's sea worthy
but I'm ready for the journey
it rolls around her tongue
the moon asks for me to come
The one who leaves grieves
for the one who feels abandoned