Born

Meteor of mine

Something's moving

Lay me down

On my ruin

Have my word

I'm giving up easy

I want a century of rain

I run and no one calls me

I was born but God gave me no name

Like the land I move so easy

How come there's no word?

What I mean is

These mistakes of mine

All align

Tracing memory back too far

Awful question for a star

If we stop we starve for sure

Hungry for more

I want a century of rain

I run and no one calls me

I was born but God gave me no name

Like the land I move so easy

Bruised and healing

I want a century of rain

I run and no one calls me

I was born but God gave me no name

Like the land I move so easy

Bruised and healing