A List Of Sound

took the ride up

to the well for the town

i had to see the view of the green

lighting the fire

to the words in the way

i could hear you breathe

i could see you see

we want to make up a list of sound

the repetition

we will not turn down

we put our backs down

to the tall grass turned gray

it helpe to breathe

it helped to see

we want to make up a list of sound

the repetition

we will not turn down

from the gas station we stole

the idea there's nothing to know

but it's the open tract of land

it's the hardest part for you to understand

i could run home in the night

without signs or streets or light

to the door where you stood still

i could see the spaces in the woods we filled

below us was time

and it won't go away

i want to see and i want to breathe