Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Just when you think no one’s looking
All the eyes are focused on
What it was I meant to say
In the meaning of a song
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you
I may see a gold rush
You may see a black cloud
What it is that I see
Isn’t what you see at all
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you
Let this be learning
That we’re all allowed
To take what we need
And to give what is needed
We will speak of daybreak
We will speak of night fall
I will speak of slowness
To be sure we see it all
All it was I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you