Текст: Heather Nova. These Walls. Further Than You.

Come to wind, carry it from the sun
Come to rain, turns up the corners of my mouth


And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you


Come to stranger, wants to know my name
Come tomorrow, I still feel the same


And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you


Oh, on a day like this
you can see forever
that's okay


'cause I like this wide open view
but I'm not looking further than you


Come to Moon, floating like a fish
Come to First Star, who'd have thought it'd come to this


And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you
Further than you