Moving Mountains - Furnace Woods | Текст песни

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I will hold a place for you
All alone to see it through
And all these feelings are meant to grow
Inside our bodies, inside our bones

Some run away
I am a mountain a few yards away
You are the road
That bridges the waters and keeps me from cold
I will hold, oh

And I will hold a place for
You all alone to see it through
And all of these feelings
Are meant to grow, are meant to grow
And I will hold a place for
You all alone to see it through
And all of these feelings
Are meant to grow, are meant to grow