Getting Sodas

We are the walls in formless shapes
The overbearing weight
This house weighs heavy on my mind
Erasing tapes, undocumented faiths
Took down your pictures and your belongings
In boxes buried under the soil, in the yard behind our tree, you'll wait.

Wrote tiny poems through the lines of my hands
Little birds flew by me
The wind's been calling your name south in pursuit of foreign lands.

Can't go back, where's your tact?
Where's your grace? Where are the things you replace?
Are our words more than sound?
We cut the air and we've found
To lose your faith in the world is to lose faith in yourself
We are ghosts in your homes
We travel under the floor.

And when our voices fail us, we will find new ways to sing
When our bodies fail, we'll find joy in the peace that it brings
And when our voices fail us, we will find new ways to sing.

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way
Whenever you find home, we'll make it more than just a shelter
And if everyone belongs there, it will hold us all together
If you're afraid to die, then so am I.

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way
Whenever you find home, we'll make it more than just a shelter
And if everyone belongs there, it will hold us all together
If you're afraid to die, then so am I.

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way
Whenever you find home, we'll make it more than just a shelter
And if everyone belongs there, it will hold us all together
If you're afraid to die, then so am I.

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way
Whenever you find home, we'll make it more than just a shelter
And if everyone belongs there, it will hold us all together
If you're afraid to die, then so am I.