Hither - The Ransom Collective

I'm falling for your tricks again,

Still tempted by the words of men,

The cold air whispers through my skin

Nowhere to hide except within

My thoughts are tangled in your leaves

I fill the air that your lungs breathe

The sunbeams slip between your limbs

So much for chasing all our whims

The state lines are nothing more than roads

Let all your apprehensions go

And on this side I finally feel at home

You can't regret what you don't know

We left our footprints in the snow

I hear the ancients call us home

They'll find their answers in the dust

And wish that they were one of us

The state lines are nothing more than roads

Let all your apprehensions go

And on this side I finally feel at home

You can't regret what you don't know