Measure 5
MATTHEW MORRIS POND
The clearing is to the brightness
As the nearing is to far, too far
We both stand up
Swallowed by these fast trees
Running beside us
We couldn't leave the ground
We'll clear the rocks up from the road
I'll tell you what you want to know
We're holing back of the payload
Watch the wind growing
As the sky stays still
And we both look down out onto these tall trees
Running beside us
Where we'll lie, we'll lie
We'll clear the rocks up form the road
I'll tell you what you want to know
We'll clear the rocks up from the road
I'll tell you what you want to know
We bottomed out on the soft shoulder
Remember the lines that you told her
