Over mountains I feel
safe,
Sacred were those summers.
And these memories I place in my heart for shelter.
And I modify, just to smell the ocean.
And I underline, visualizing motion.
And I guess I miss my home,
I could not stay.
I'll return, it's alright, I'm ok.
Reoccured daydream, tie up stern first.
And these gifts I've learned, never leave me.
And I redesign, family and growing.
And I realign, forgetting nothing.
Maybe in a few years it'll come back to you,
Reflection becoming your virtue.
So sort me out, lay me away.
Over these mountains I feel safe.
And bless the sound, return the day.
Over these mountains I feel safe.
Sacred were those summers.
And these memories I place in my heart for shelter.
And I modify, just to smell the ocean.
And I underline, visualizing motion.
And I guess I miss my home,
I could not stay.
I'll return, it's alright, I'm ok.
Reoccured daydream, tie up stern first.
And these gifts I've learned, never leave me.
And I redesign, family and growing.
And I realign, forgetting nothing.
Maybe in a few years it'll come back to you,
Reflection becoming your virtue.
So sort me out, lay me away.
Over these mountains I feel safe.
And bless the sound, return the day.
Over these mountains I feel safe.
Writer(s): Thomas Noonan, Michael Whitney, Brock
Lindow, Steven Holt
album: "A Snow Capped
Romance" (2004)
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The Heart And The Shape
Bloodwork
Kenai
Skin And Atmosphere
Song For The Fisherman
With Nothing Underneath
Destroy The Map
Installing The Catheter
Cure Eclipse
Waterhaul
Workhorse
Sad Lisa
At The End Of August
The Heart And The Shape
Bloodwork
Kenai
Skin And Atmosphere
Song For The Fisherman
With Nothing Underneath
Destroy The Map
Installing The Catheter
Cure Eclipse
Waterhaul
Workhorse
Sad Lisa
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