like saviors in the sand we walk on

worried, some solution takes hold limestone arms you make crumbling towers of my soul and break me break me so far down (let's clatter on like monk (no chaser) and somewhere in there we'll find the song, somewhere in there we'll find the sounds of everything anything at all we try miracles in the morning and you on top of me is so close as saviors written in the sand we walk on so close as the towers you break and (careful now) i am falling across your skin

2004-06-15 | 7:38 p.m.
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