There's a place they go.
Deep in the winter when there's tons of snow.
I imagine everything from trees to bears.
Water creeping down the stream, the stones, glass shells.

Blue on blue, white as white.
The problems there can't touch us here.
Blue on blue, white as white.
Just find a place to stop and stare.

Leaving will always be the hardest part
To every journey that has filled our lungs.
Giving to us energy that makes us strong.
Stories layered one by one.
There's much to tell.

Blue on blue, white as white.
The problems there can't touch us here.
Blue on blue, white as white.
Just find a place to stop and stare.

To return again stirring feelings that i didn't let go.