Bella Christa

I met you more than half way
I've gotten closer to the point
Over the wall and mountain range
I met you more than half way
Drive the striving, for any attention

I picked my nails down to the bone
Your name has carved itself in stone
Dug past the black lung cavities
I picked my nails till u came home

There's no changing in what you believe,
only echoes ring in between the ravine
and we're dreaming this right into reality

The reality is dreams are right at our feet
The reality is dreams are right at our feet