Testo Headright - Echolyn

Headright

He was seeking out an unprotected existence.
He made a mess. There’s no more room in his life.
She’s a spring that turns into a river.
A single dandelion turning a dirt yard into a yellow sea,
but I left her alone.
One, just one word could open thoughts he never knew.
He had to make room for her in his life.
She became the sun when all was blackened.
Just to know she’s around could put my head right
back into the clouds, but I left her alone.
Next time she comes along.
Next time I go, make room for her.
There are a few who adore the rain.
I used to walk with them until she introduced me to the blue wide open.
Now I wait on the sun when it’s safe to run, I run until my head’s right.
To me she is the sun.