Movement - Cold Weather Company

You never have the future

You never have the past

You never walked through the door

Your moments never last

You never hold the future

The past has slipped your grasp

A bold mind leaves an old shore

Your movement’s here at last

Oh

Fearful of a thought, so bury it underground

The treasure that you’ve sought will soon be found

Fearful of a thought and tightly though you’re wound

The treasure that you’ve wrought

Will soon surround you

And with very step you’ll find

A new nergy around you, oh

For this is now your time

So take this day for you to say you’re on your way, you’re everything that you

need

Once binded by another sigh, another call of retreat

So take this day, you’re on your way, your movements lead

Fearful of a thought, so bury it underground

The treasure that you’ve sought will soon be found

Fearful of a thought and tightly though you’re wound

Your treasure soon surrounds

Fearful of a thought and drowning in the sound

You can be free, you can be

Fearful of a thought and drowning in the sound

You can be free, may your movement never cease

Fearful of a thought and drowning in the sound

You can be

Fearful of a thought, may your movement never cease

So take this, take this day, you know your way

So come what, come what may, you’ll never stray

So take this, take this day, you know your way

So come what, come what may

You know your way

You’ll never stray

So take this, take this day, you know your way

So come what, come what may

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