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The Be All End All

from Sleeping Beneath the Trees by Max Hopkins

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I take a breath of the cold, crisp air
As I step into the sun
An inhalation from the fibre of my being;
The kind that validates the soul

The untouched beauty stretches mile after mile
And echoes years still gone unknown
To unspoken understandings since forgotten
That are bigger than us all

So I know there must be something more
Staring up at the night sky

I do believe
We can’t imagine what goes on outside of our own minds
We fail to see
Our scope is only a fragment of the wander we can find

I take a breath of that cold, crisp mountain air
And can’t help but recall the times
We’ve claimed to see the truth about all that we are
But we are not the be all end all

We are not the be all end all

credits

from Sleeping Beneath the Trees, track released August 1, 2016
Aaron Richardson - stomps, claps, background vocals
Dan Sequeria - stomps, claps, background vocals
Samuel Walker-Kierluk - stomp and claps

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Intricacy and intimacy realized in versatile arrangements featuring thoughtful nature-driven lyrics and an affinity for engaging listeners through passionate delivery.

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