Lions

Our blue, deep conversations about poetry and philosophy Lightning storms and tropical prints fill up the gaps in me Visions of lions, travel guides and African plains Couldn't sleep for nothing, staring at my hands feeling insane Think about dumb stuff, these girls wear American flags Sick of fake feelings, you know I'm so sick of being tagged Doesn't matter where you are Brother I know we can see the same stars You're on the far side of the world But I know we can see the same lions Wrote a play that summer, it was real I only changed the names Using only steno pads, drama baby you know that's my game Skateboarding and heartbreak, give me all the love that's tough Writing hymns and kneeling, now tell me I'm not spiritual enough Back from the Bahamas, hold his hand, the one who broke my heart Time is the great peacemaker, smoothing all the ripples, all the bad parts Doesn't matter where you are Brother I know we can see the same stars You're on the far side of the world But I know we can see the same lions The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace And the Spirit has a piece of me The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace And the Spirit has a piece of me The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace And the Spirit has a piece of me The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace And the Spirit has a piece of me The Spirit has a piece of me Seek the fire in the desert The big-hearted pillar in the sky See the split in the river Water swimming on both sides Seek the fire in the desert The big-hearted pillar in the sky See the split in the river Water swimming on both sides