Lyrics

faces and places

pictures of places and faces are the gifts he gave to me
treading around in currents should and shouldn?t be?s
turning the ocean into stone doesn?t help the pain
only makes you more alone
and she tells me to ponder what i think i got from nothing
well its me

i met a man who built his home with his hands
from the dirt on the ground
and the stories he could list from his life
are treasures i found
he said the loudest sounds are the wings of a hawk
the stories he could tell cause my heart to talk

do i listen to the blood
do i leave it alone
do i walk a backwards mile or is this now my home
it isn?t easy to be gray you know
tumbling between the sun and the stone

i met an angel with a shell for a home
through peridot eyes
and the places she could go standing still
could open the skies
reintroducing me to the one that i ignored
the places she could go cause my heart to soar

do i listen to the blood
do i leave it alone
do i walk a backwards mile or is this now my home
it isn?t easy to be gray you know
tumbling between the sun and the stone