Silken Streets

(ooooh-yeaah) (humm-mm-mm) Underneath the heavy weight,

we find our light

Tracing paths through the velvet of the night

Just a touch to heal the lines of yesterday (yesterday)

I wrote a letter to the version of me I used to

know

Before the bitter winters taught me how to grow

Still holding onto visions,

pacing on the floor

But some keys don't fit the locks anymore

We chase the moments

but we lose the thread

Remembering the stories that we never said

Time moves slow when you're looking for a sign

Tracing out the borders of the design

Underneath the heavy weight,

we find our light

Tracing paths through the velvet of the night

Just a touch to heal the lines of yesterday (yesterday)

Let it go...

(let

it drift away)