Matt Pond Pa

Your feet upon the snow, dear
you could not believe it
there was no time to put shoes on
you were woken to alarms' ring
and you barely left your blankets
to see your neighbor's house on fire.
They were standing right beside it
it's difficult believing
when you can't tell what you're seeing
From debris,
you and me could start something,
From back seats, behind the trees
we'll know one thing
From debris, you and me.
Your feet upon the road dear,
run between the houses
your arms were filled with water
without the hesitation
to know what you were doing
I think people can be perfect
when they do not think about it
I think people can be perfect.
From debris, you and me could start something
From back seats, behind the trees
we'll know one thing
From debris, you and me.
Staring at nothing,
for hours and hours
run from the evening, run with the water.
From debris, you and me.
You're not above it, you're not below it. (x6)