Layers from Layers by Catfish Jones

The morning sun
Or a clear starry night
Neither touch the sight
Of seeing your eyes
For the first time
In a couple of years
I couldn't fight the tears
When you arrived

And it's still there
It's buried in the grain
Of who I am
It's still there
It's buried in the grain

The morning sky
Lights my eyes
I finally recognize
What home is
It's not a certain place
It's not a certain time
Bun an actual surprise
You've let go this

And it's still there
It's buried in the grain
Of who I am
It's still there
It's buried in the grain

And it's growing deeper
As I grow older
And I can feel it sinking
Into the layers

The morning sun
Or a clear starry night
Neither touch the sight
Of seeing your eyes

And it's still there
It's buried in the grain
Of who I am
It's still there
It's buried in the grain
And sinking further every day
It's still there
It's buried in the grain

• Acoustic
• folk
• internet
• pop
• roots
• Salina