One-Stop, Folk acoustic singer songwriter, Slow tempo, emotional, introspective, sad, moody, lonely, personal, intimate, organic, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, strings, piano, Atlanta, United States
We climbed the walls, we walked the trails Up the mountain path we sailed Past the storybook beauty the pages hardly tell. You cried at thoughts of being alone I whispered this is not our home We'll make a life over rocks and stars and the world to come So run away with me, my love Choose who you want to be, the world is not enough. Come pick me up, come pick me up Im falling through these glimpses of your heart Come tear me down, come take me down Im a madman when I reach among the stars But Im a poet when I hold on to your heart So this is how the story goes Wake up mad or breathing prose And continue walking through these pages of our time But Ill come back another day The house had crumbled, and its too late To kneel and feel and longingly look with sadness say Oh, the world is not enough. Tear me down, tear me down again To shape me into lines and the cracks drawn in your hands Cause Im a madman when I reach among the stars But Im a poet when I hold on to your heart