Tired Pony- Point me at lost lands
By the look in your down-turned eyes,
you´ve had enough of these angry skies.
I can´t wait just like you can´t wait
until we´re out, past familiar gates.
Your hands are freezing cold on my face,
just like the winter snow that covers up this place.
It´s what you wrote in the book´s first page.
It´s what I´ve hungered for on that stage.
Those seven words shook the life back in,
so let´s just run ´til we lose our breath.
Point me at lost islands. Point me at the sea.
I´ve love to know the sound of nothing else but you.
For the life of me, I don´t know
what took us so long, but her we are.
Standing face to face, suddenly
everything makes sense, at least to me.
