Piano, Texas from invisible birds by Disembodied Poet

Where’d you go
Where you been
My old friend
It’s been a bit

Tried to call
tried to write
Tried to change the way
I think about my mind

After all
We went through
The translation of the stories
Into truth

Where you been
What’s my name
Would it even matter
If I could explain

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
It’s comin

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
I’m comin for ya

Take out the secret
Nothing is sacred
Breathe out and breathe in
Nothing is secret

Let it go
Breathe it in
My old friend
That I’ve bern

Take the call
Throw the fight
Lose yourself
Make it right

After all
You been through
The translation of your story
Into what is you

Who you been
What’s your name
Would it even matter
If I could explain

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
It’s comin

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
I’m comin for ya

Take out the secret
Nothing is sacred
Breathe out and breathe in
Nothing is secret

Take your time
Take your sin
Throw them in the river
Let it all sink in

It’s the breath
Of the dawn
It’s the color of her hair
When it turns to song

Hold on
Let go
It’s fast
It’s slow

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