…even though the distance turns into miles.
And if I don’t see you, I will look for your footprints and pray to God that they would not be easily washed ashore.
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
I am so into Ingrid Michaelson lately. Her thoughts are bending, her lyrics seamless.