Texty: American Radio Runaway. Other. 1000 Words.

When you leave you're still here with me even though your feet pound the pavement hard is it keeping you up nights is it stopping you from sleeping tight and all the words that fall off from your lips could launch a thousand ships like casting stones out to the ocean floor somehow we find our way back home and I'm finding out we are not what we once thought and I'm finding out we are more do you recall the summer when we both set fire to the beach in an instant it became a field of glass beneath our feet and at least for a moment the world was frozen and pristine in the spaces where we blinked the waves came down and washed it all away again and I'm finding out we are not what we once thought and I'm finding out we are more and I'm finding out we are not what we once thought and I'm finding out we are more