The sounds of the world grow slower, sharper
I notice things
Like the rings on your fingers
And how you look back at me
The country surrounds us
Breathing deeply
More beautiful
With every passing second
From The Passenger Seat (again)
The sounds of the world grow slower, sharper
I notice things
Like the rings on your fingers
And how you look back at me
The country surrounds us
Breathing deeply
More beautiful
With every passing second
From the Outside, Listening In. 
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