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I was born with the radio on under a star-lit sky
I was raised in love like the atmosphere
By chance, I found my calling in a second-hand church
And Iâve been chasing it down
Carving stories into the walls that held me here
You can be the sweat dripping down my face and
Iâll be the sun bearing down upon myself
I need a minute to catch my breath
And the sand dripped through the hourglass
Much like a rushing river
And I climbed my towers putting
Hand over hand over hand over blistered hand
Letâs hit the road, my darling. Weâll travel all across the country
She said, âYou can do just what you tell your heart to
and Iâll be there catch you if you ever fall down.â
You can be the sweat dripping down my face and
Iâll be the sun bearing down upon myself
I need a minute to catch my breath
You can be the songs that I write about and
Iâll be the chalk dust in my mouth
I need a minute to catch my breath
If you were to open up my skull
If you were to see behind my eyes
If you were to poke around inside
Youâd see what makes my heart beat
You can be the one to hold my hand
As we travel to a distant land
Iâm feeling like this is the first time that
I see what makes my heart beat
You be the fire, Iâll be the hose. Iâm my own worst enemy I know
But you see the light inside the dark and you try to bring it out
- Álbum: