Tired Lungs

from by Dust Sculptures



Take my hand, old friend
We're doing this, and no it's not the end
We will go and take on the universe
No more looking back
What a fool that I have been
Changing my direction with the wind when I had you
Always finding good in what I am
Reminding me that this is not the end

We'll do our best to not always be broken down
This one's for every time you've picked me up somewhere down the line

I'll never stop until our lungs are filled
With the light that we came here for
The youngest mountaintop calls us up
The youngest mountaintop calls

I know that when we reach the end
The ocean far above us will extend
And the mountains of the early days
Will melt as snow beneath our feet, old friend
When the rivers that would crush our bones
Are dripping from our hair and from our clothes
That's when the ocean lies above us for only you and I
The Youngest Mountain calls

May whatever scars this path may bring us
Fall short of putting lines between us
Remember who we are


from Far Above The Pines, released August 19, 2014
lyrics, instrumental performances, songwriting, recording, mixing, and mastering by Josh Marberry



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All instruments/vocals performed and all songs written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Josh Marberry

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