Selection of a Place

Begin pulling them

The passion-flower that could never grow again

Those days were power

Trip some outward

Trip some a young way

Dead end

You'll find a place

Impressions of wet lips on a window, frosty lens

Relax in space

Birds singing "Why?

No race, there is comfort for you"

If all the people that you ever bumped into along the way had met the mark inside a cage

For tomorrow, today it might sting

And if somebody special ever ran away with what they gave you

Wasn't it a gift to touch for a second?

I'm right beside you

Not thinking about the holiday

Suddenly you wake up now

Not thinking about

All the work that must be done

Suddenly you wake up now

Not thinking about

Little letters on my phone

Suddenly you wake up now

Easy like a child running

Open on some plain

There's a daydream happening

Seems to take a while to make my affection and they take it and it's gone in seconds

Laying on clay tile, restless

Little old prints of some old shepherd

Thinking of the places we want

Are we in the same house or is a house between us?

A place to stay

Place to stay

A place to go and pray today, a place to pass away

A place to stay

Place to stay

A place to go and pray today, a place to pass away

Place to stay, a place to stay

Place to stay, place to stay

Place to stay, a place to stay

Place to stay, place to stay