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
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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