Testo Deandra

This year the days are growing older
and tonight the hours are growing late
to fell the pain we're running after
and you my dear you've only been a' shining.
But tonight, these sentiments, are slowly growing stronger

oh Deandra, the steps are getting steeper
and my lover, you might as well be lighter the fall, your wings, your feathers, so much
if you try and fly you might as well be happier
but tonight, please come with me, to this lonely wooden tower

I was holding the seeds of light in my hand
carving the names of ancestors and friends
pictures like ours must stand out in time
and you and I must rise that night
but tonight, these sentiments are only growing hotter

I was holding the seeds of light in my hand
carving the seeds of ancestors and friends
they've been calling us home hmmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
you and I will raise a perfect picture.