Wilderness Songtext
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Wilderness Songtext
Like a kid trying to sleep in a bed too big
Writhing in the sheets when you come in
Burnt and embarrassed that you saw me this way
But the sound of your voice is just too far away
Entwined and echo across the lake
I′m deep in the trees
I can't hear your voice but just fade
How can you be afraid of heights
With your feet planted in the dirt?
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
Personal wilderness
Each his own to wander in
And drink from the lake
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
To mark each minute in metered grief
Bang on the bells and see if they still ring
Follow the rivers that spill from the peak
Still lower each day down toward the sea
Shake off the headache and hope it won′t rain
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear you
I can′t hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear your voice but just fade
How can you be afraid of heights
With your feet planted in the dirt?
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
Personal wilderness
Each his own to wander in
And drink from the lake
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
Writhing in the sheets when you come in
Burnt and embarrassed that you saw me this way
But the sound of your voice is just too far away
Entwined and echo across the lake
I′m deep in the trees
I can't hear your voice but just fade
How can you be afraid of heights
With your feet planted in the dirt?
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
Personal wilderness
Each his own to wander in
And drink from the lake
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
To mark each minute in metered grief
Bang on the bells and see if they still ring
Follow the rivers that spill from the peak
Still lower each day down toward the sea
Shake off the headache and hope it won′t rain
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear you
I can′t hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear you
I can't hear you
I can′t hear your voice but just fade
How can you be afraid of heights
With your feet planted in the dirt?
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
Personal wilderness
Each his own to wander in
And drink from the lake
Each day lower than the day before
Falling, standing up
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