Lyrics
Guiding shapes that come at night
Forager of after light
Marked by years of tendered soul
Drowning weight of where to go
Golden, with a finger on the shutter
And I know you're there
Look up at the rolling hills running
And I don't feel scared
Come this far
To hear your voice
Separate scars
You made your choice
And I'm done waiting for your lies
Just to know somewhere under you've died
Writer(s): Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, Dave Haywood, Eric Paslay
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