Solace

From the gullies of Atlanta

To the plains states, where we pray

I can measure all the distance

By the way she says my name

She gets solace holdin' on to me

She gets soulless holdin' on to me

It gets dark along the road at night

With freeways passin' by

It gets dark and cold and full of sighs

Up above you in the sky

She gets solace holdin' on to me

She gets soulless holdin' on to me

We make the constellations out of her beauty marks

We make the constellations out of the falling stars

We make the constellations out of her beauty marks

We make the constellations out of the falling stars