making up my mind
had a sound of a growing field
the quieter I got
the more I heard
all of the answers
(and the questions too)
are between the Atlantic
and your toes
and you
the sound of the mountains
the valleys
and the voicemail you left me
are one in the same
till they break apart again
I follow
I follow
I follow
I follow
in your arms I feel at peace
but you listen to something else
it's my voice you fail to hear
stay, make me free
there are layers of endless behind this
stay, make me free
on the other side of this there's silence
I follow

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