17 Summers - Astronautalis, Sarah Jaffe

I climbed this hill to build you up

They say no man is an island

With wood and rocks I built this hut

And we ate all our meals inside it

If poor truth be our only love

Then where will lies find me

For wood and rocks are not enough

With out you nothing can build it up

No, no

No expectations

No, no

No expectations

No, no

No expectations

No, no

No expectations

Seventeen summers since the nation died in my clutch

And she swore I can outrun your guidance and love

Peace is peace and blood is blood

'Tis rare the twain shall meet just once

The world has wisdom but never enough

I’m a dull image of my father’s son

My weak hands can’t mend our hearts

And yours can tear the world apart

God give me the strength to live as I please

With the windows open, and my face in the breeze

Whither thou may go

I will follow