Books narrows my mind
I'd rather print my poems on rocks
Leaves or trees, whatever I find
My pen pinpoints my thought on paper
With precision it is drawn from my heart
My swelling bowl of tears
And indecisions
I rather just speak and let the wind collect my words
Then I'd not worry about forgetting dreams
Or things that I've heard of other worlds
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
Hearts of Humans Video (MV)
Performed By: Elie & the Engine
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Elie Sandberg, Erik Petterson Sjöquist
Elie & the Engine - Hearts of Humans Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Books narrows my mind
I'd rather print my poems on rocks
Leaves or trees, whatever I find
My pen pinpoints my thought on paper
With precision it is drawn from my heart
My swelling bowl of tears
And indecisions
I rather just speak and let the wind collect my words
Then I'd not worry about forgetting dreams
Or things that I've heard of other worlds
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
I'd rather print my poems on rocks
Leaves or trees, whatever I find
My pen pinpoints my thought on paper
With precision it is drawn from my heart
My swelling bowl of tears
And indecisions
I rather just speak and let the wind collect my words
Then I'd not worry about forgetting dreams
Or things that I've heard of other worlds
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
This book is built by only questions
Of fragments of freedom and splinters of hope
It has no answers no conclusions
It's a broken window into the hearts of humans
Writer: Elie Sandberg, Erik Petterson Sjöquist
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid