The Story

The tables are turning and I don't know how,
Moving and shaping my heart and I have no doubt,
That you are here to show me what is written,
And you are here to teach me how to listen,
The fullest of journeys never stay the same,
But this chapter is closing in on me the pages are stained,
Oh the way you like to show me all the things that I've been holding,
I see,
Or the way you like to throw me in the deep without a warning,
I feel,

The air in our lungs,
The times we were young,
And as we grow older the story becomes,
A coming and going never really knowing,
If we will return or we will become,

A thousand footsteps have led me to here, to here,
From countless lifetimes connected to there,
But you are there to show me what is written,
And you are here to teach me how to listen.

The air in our lungs,
The times we were young,
And as we grow older the story becomes,
A coming and going never really knowing,
If we will return or we will become,



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver King, Elle Cameron Turner
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