Skipped stones and steeped thought.
I walked for years before I got lost.
And I never knew I’d be alright,
If I slept all the way through the night.

There is a light inside me,
It gets so bright, it blinds me.
We speak through song
And I don’t know what I’m sending.
Just liked how it sounds.

I didn’t know what I was sending,
Now I’m singing in my head.
These songs, they whisper
While I’m laying in my bed.

There is a spark inside me.
It breaks the dark, it starts me.
We speak through song
And I can feel what you’re sending.
I always liked how it sounds.

You seem to know what you’re sending.
Like your heart heard what was said.
Your songs, somehow, have me
Feeling home in my own bed.

Your songs, somehow, have me.

Only your songs.
Have me home in my own bed.
Send me your song.
Send me to sleep,
There are dreams in my head.

Your songs, somehow, have me
Feeling home in my own head.

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