Through the veil of trees this is our comfort place, and as strange as it seems I know I can help you come run with me. Through thick and heavy words want drips from the mouth buried in those good Ol’ days when we kissed all freely. Let words come crashing down don’t get all caught up thinking how it’ll work out. We’re here on the eve, maybe we’ll emerge from these trees. I honestly don’t mind watching the sun in the morning the release of that glow mirroring this feeling buried in here somewhere. Time and attention, I swear it wasn’t that long ago you swore we’d have a place built for our heroes.