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O, the road winds about with the wind
We set out as the sun paints our skin
To an amber brown, a cinnamon red,
Like we dreamt safe inside pressing pillows to our weary heads.

We are all turtles with out homes tied to sleeves,
We pick up with the morn and we drift with the leaves,
Blown by the breeze.
And the time takes its toll to revise
Stringing moments to moments and the moments are ties
To the moment of our demise.

And all we knew just turns to specks of black.
We long to return so we look but we can't go back.

The weather finds fault with the unconcerned mind
But the one who seeks safety seems always to find
Himself far behind.
So we look to the sky as we amble the earth
And the dust passes by as we slowly whisper
Our soft and simple words.

And all we knew just turns to specks of black.
We long to return so we look but we can't go back.

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from What We Found Beneath the Ground, released March 12, 2011

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