[Instrumental] [Bridge] There is a place leaves turn gray I wont be specific they might find out where we are inland by the tree-line near water let's hold onto our escape Hovering Latent canopy I can see it miles away dormant reminders emerging I wasnt born to be dreaming Im not running away On a trip Unexploited getting closer It is Boundless Pure, wild... Impromptu Boundaries Complementary I may cross that line With a heavy cost Free of charge Boundless There is that whole feeling If I get out there I may not ever return [Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] liquid language The music solid imperfectly desired putting me down Putting us back together Color blind liquid language The music solid imperfectly desired Putting me back together Color blind [Outro] [Instrumental] Color blind [Instrumental] [Bridge]
