Travelling is just like swimming.
You got your feet off the ground,
Crumbling motion,
Your limbs go floating,
Free from the worries
you've been carrying
In your shoulders.
Your heart goes fishing,
Those promises of love,
On the road.
Travelling…
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Some people draw lines in the sand
I stretch my hopes and walk over rocks
My soul goes swimming with sharks
in Lynton bay.
I'd like to sit here with my man one day,
Sing till dawn,
Lay my bones…
Your life, my life.
Doesn't it mean the same thing?
Your heart, my heart. Don't they beat the same way?
Your skin, my skin. Touch it.
Touch me.
Do it again.
Doesn't it feel exactly the same?
I am what…
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I asked the moon one night
“will you light my soul on fire?”
“I ain't got flames like that star over there.”
She answered pointing west.
My eyes rushed through the night sky,
stumbled upon two lonesome clouds,
patiently waiting…
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In the dead of the night
I am going back in time
Going back
To the days we left behind.
And I’ll never hear your voice again
Whispering in my ear in the morning
Your fingers sweeping away all the…
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