Samuel Kinsella - Voicemails to Myself

I never saw a higher land
When I was a younger man
When the leaves were dead and gray
Did I take what I can
I never felt a sky like this
The clouds white, orange, and red
When night has turned into the day
Turnin' concrete in your head
It's like I was made for this
And it's comin' clearer every day
The halcyon vow held deep in your kiss
I'll never want it any other way
Now we're in that higher land
And I don't know where it began
But now I've found your hand
I'll hold onto it as long as I can
I'll hold onto it as long as I can

Written by:
Samuel Kinsella

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