Pillars

We travel on gravel roads.
Pillars in the howlin wind
My weathered skin. You wear the map within

We become the ones they see from a distance
Silhuettes Among the shattered light
They become memories if you let them
But this is, But this is all there is

We stroll in the northern land
Antlers at the hunter's den
There are signs of the old. Like the stories that i've been told



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Boman
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