SHEDDING OLD SOUL
The oceans tide in seasons tried until we meet ourselves again in time / let us free fall within grace as we age on the years like wine / it’s all in good time when we go from the years gone by / like families and friends we grow as they die / we are all growing on the same vine like grapes of wrath throughout this cinematic life / latter days of latter ways and latter ways of latter days x2 / Until one day and come what may / we’ve outgrown the past and our coiled dead skin is miles behind us now / we eventually grow until we reach towards the sky and as we glance down we suddenly realize / after we’ve found each other there’s nothing else left to find / there’s nothing else left to find because we found it all x3