Lyrics Souls in the Sand - The Last Bison

Souls in the Sand

Palms pressed to the wet stone,
From the end of the bridge to the orange grove.
We would cut them down in a search for gold,
Leaving more behind than we would take home.
Peter, I would run through the jungle with you
If I had the chance.
I’d go back again.
To getting caught in the rain while we searched for our souls in the sand.
We’ve come so far since then.
Way deep in the downpour,
As my mother called through the kitchen door.
Come revitalize for the fire restore (?).
If the light runs out we will pray for more.
Peter, I would run through the jungle with you
If I had the chance.
I’d go back again.
To getting caught in the rain while we searched for our souls in the sand.
We’ve come so far since then.
Oh, what a glorious memory,
Watching a thousand monarchs rise.
Wrap me inside your wingspan.
Beauty is in the maker’s eye.
Peter, I would run through the jungle with you
If I had the chance.
I’d go back again.
To getting caught in the rain while we searched for our souls in the sand.
We’ve come so far…
Peter, I would run through the jungle with you
If I had the chance.
I’d go back again.
To getting caught in the rain while we searched for our souls in the sand.
We’ve come so far since then.