Highways

Outside we met Our skin was warm You were the sun in my eyes We spoke with our tongues A fair complexion Looking for a place to hide And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong or right Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Inside we let Our language grow Watching it ebb and flow We fell in the shade Both played our part Learned how to read in the dark And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong And I know it's not my place to say What's wrong or right Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Highways forming inside of my soul I hope we make it back home Two ways to find I don't mind if it takes some time Highways forming inside of my soul I know we'll make it back home Highways forming inside of my soul