Getting Sodas The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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 our homes
We travel under the floor

[Verse 4]
And when our voices fail us, we will find new ways to sing
And 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