Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Carried by unusually high wave
From the candid hand
From the king of this land
Who brings the sand to the beach when he can
'Cause your body would take you up those stairs
Holding out for some faith
Behind the reach of her eyes
'Cause she could imagine it otherwise