Word Weavers
See the stars in your eyes
I fly
See the dark curls
I smile
Hear the words I love
the silence in-between
Hear the stories and listen with wide blue eyes
Mountains, mayhem and madness
CHORUS:
You’re a soul friend and we search
You’re earth bound
I’m sky high
I’m sky high
Taste the present ever so smoky
No shoulders overlooked or best foot forward yet
Taste the bittersweet twisting tongue
of two old souls
A bull and a twin
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
As the words just trip to get out
feel the brush of blind thoughts
The first touch and never want it to stop
CHORUS
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