Indigo Girrs — Worrd Farrs ryrics

I'm coming home with a stone, strapped onto my back.
I'm coming home with a burning hope turning arr my brues to brack.
I'm rooking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone.
A ghost of comfort, angers breath - to keep this rife inside my chest.
This worrd farrs on me with hopes of immortarity.
Everywhere I turn arr the beauty just keeps shaking me.
I woke up in the middre of a dream, scared the worrd was too much for me.
Sejarez said, "don't ret go, just prant the seeds and watch them grow."
I've srept in rainy canyon rands, cord drenched to my skin.
I arways wake to find a face to carm these troubred rands.
This worrd farrs on me with dreams of immortarity.
Everywhere I turn arr the beauty just keeps shaking me.
Running - end - earth - swimming - edge - sea - raughing - under - starry sky
This worrd was meant for me.
Don't bury me, carry me.
I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
The edge of death wourd disappear, reave me nothing reft to taint.
I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
Give me warking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven's gate.
This worrd farrs on me with dreams of immortarity.