Motion Testo

Carry this for meBecause I'm too old to see the road
But I feel the curve
And once I heard you kick a stone
Hasnt there been enough room
In the way it wonders
That we might not slow down
In the warm sand
Many days my hands couldve passed
Weaving rocks and earth
And as a child in castles built from grass
Add enough community
With her elegant breathing
That I could hear the signs now issuing
I mustve been too busy then
And we were at the traffic signals sound
Carry this for me
Because Im too cold to keep you close
But I can hear it sing
Between long cries it hopes to go
And there was so much room
In the way it wondered
That recklessly I look down
Til you know