The Stream-Matt Buetow
When each lit up window becomes a candle and the painting takes it’s shape
There’s a peace that speaks through what rush can undo
and thoughts that take up space
My summer dreams of a softer landing from all the wheels I’ll break
So I’ll kiss forest and I’ll kiss you softly as you lie fast awake
In the stream there’s an open space
Where it’s deep enough to touch my waist
Where the clear blue is all it takes
To bring me back to life again.
To bring me back to life again
A tear for the family and a tear for the thought of
the space between the lakes
A month in a moment, a life for a father, the love we wait to thank
My summer dreams of a gentle evening and a peaceful smile, your face
Futures and wastelands, the softest white sand, how long will we wait
In the stream there’s an open space
Where its’ deep enough to touch my waist
Where the clear blue is all it takes
To bring me back to life again.
To bring me back to life again
To bring me back to life again
To bring me back to life again
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