Texty: Matt Pond PA. Measure. Flying Through The Scenery.

the orange of the fire - the catch of the barbed wire
running through the woods can cost - across your chest your breath you've lost

we got here by back roads - the turns the breaks the hills that roll
seconds i would realize I never want to close my eyes
and here we are - we're flying through the scenery

i hope you turn your head - to see the moon has set
miss it every time it goes - the further on the less i know