When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...you could be the voices that I hear
I’m singing along because it sounds just like you’re near
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map