perfect mess
Jacob Hinson, Scott Cahill
Nobody ever told you you have to heal yourself
I hear the strings of guitars as they play in your heart
Give me a medium, let it all out
I showed you how to water the plant but what if - she doesn't grow?
Why air my dirty laundry?
It's just dirt
She'll wash me clean like a glacier stream
Yes her touch
It's serene like that icey water
Warms me to my summer bones
I've known her for a while yet something inside me
Was meant for this
What if time really knows?
Different dimensions, just an extension
Of life as we know
Of life as we know
I've seen a lot of things
But your voice is better than heaven ever could be
Your mouth is gold
And I'm addicted to your soul
Perfect mess
