The Distance

Album: Conduit (2013)
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  • Days in motion
    From the west coasts to the ocean
    Mainline to the sunset
    As we're sitting in the van
    Heading out to mainland
    Age is nothing but a number
    The difference in experience that we relate

    The distance from where the heart lies
    Between the words and sometimes, it's
    A meaning to interpret and relate
    A moment in explosions, like looking out the window
    As we're passing by the places out of state

    A conversation
    Ending in frustration
    I never saw the faces
    Before it was too late
    Indecision is better than compliance
    Questioning the motives
    Before it turns to hate

    A seconds chance to get things right
    Transition between the dark and the light
    Coming home to the same things
    Leaves me wanting more Writer/s: Benjamin Smith, Paul Murphy
    Publisher: DUCHAMP, INC
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