Lost River/Old River Lyrics

Lost River/Old River - Old River

You were all ready to stir without even knowing why
The lines we repeat in our sleep will follow us home
I think I'm still drunk from the night we spent with Old Grandad
We bend between our common wealths
And you will be known

Because we are brothers
We may not know everything there is to know
But when we create things
The colors of constancy begin to show
Because it is winter
We see things we didn't know were there
The windows are etchings
And the bench above Cajun is bare
Because we are brothers
We may not know everything there is to know

We traded creeks for streams
When you were still waking up
And found ourselves deep in the gleam
Of a light of our own
We found a house that would hold
The growth of a garden's gain
But I still remember the fear
And the feeling of chance

Written by:
Matthew Kemp

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find