Walk Soft
Jennifer Lynn Wasner, Andrew Brant Stack
What is the view?
Does it belong to you?
Do you see the same blue as I think I do?
What will it be?
The forest or the tree?
One or many?
I see people come and go
I keep myself close to you
You say that was not what was
But the memory feels true
We came from home
We came from the same place
Circumstances made the necessary space
These years of work have only gone to waste
You won't find me
I believe you do know me
But you are still some other thing
They remind me
They remind me
To walk soft
Beauty it is frightening
I believe you
I believe you do know me
But you are still some other thing
They remind me
They remindme
To walk soft
Beauty it is frightening
Take it with you
Take it with me