These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
You are but an offspring of ocean
Changing my shore
With a high tide you bring me beaches
With a low tide you take them away
You've got my rapt attention
You've got my rapt attention bound
You are some of down running river
Leveling my mountains
In a storm you rise - fill me to flooding
In a storm you rush me - Wash me to sea
You are the wind the blows shaking me
Down on my knees I'm at your command
You've got my rapt attention
You've got my rapt attention bound
You are the deep of the bluest sky
I am your conception
You've got my rapt attention
You've got my rapt attention bound