From Debris - Matt Pond PA

Your feet upon the snow dear 
I  knew you could not believe it 
there was no time to put shoes on 
you were woken to alarms ring 
you barely left your blankets 
to see your neighbors 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 backseats behind the trees won't 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 your 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 backseats behind the trees we'll know 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...