lirik lagu ‌sewerperson & eric godlow - from golden

[intro]
(eric, e~eric, look at me)

[verse]
so who knows (uh~huh) where we’ll be?
on tin boats (yeah, tin boats) come morning (come morning)
we sit all alone in suffering (in su—)
he lets go to make room for new dreams (eh, dreams)
when home (home) becomes a feeling (oh)
these warm roads (roads) become healing
(ah)

[outro]
who knows (knows) where we’ll be? (i don’t)
though books close, his still needs an ending
we thrive from golden snow