
i've waited so long for something i can't call gone through seasons no one promised till patience feels like home the water moves (the water moves) i've learned to carry stones and somewhere past the treeline something stirs that i can't leave alone still here with palms turned up to what is real the long road teaches me to breathe while grasses grow tall and i stay here good things move slow till they know they're beckoned second by second [post-chorus] (o o o o oo second by second) (o o o o oo second by second) good things move slow till they know they're beckoned second by second i keep stand still for hours and try to stay real i've outlasted wanting just reading what i feel the water moves (the water moves) i've learned to carry stones and somewhere past the treeline something stirs that i can't leave alone still here with palms turned up to what is real the long road teaches me to breathe while grasses grow tall and i stay here good things move slow till they know they're beckoned second by second still here with palms turned up to what is real the long road teaches me to breathe while grasses grow tall and i... still here with palms turned up to what is real the long road teaches me to breathe while grasses grow tall and i stay here good things move slow till they know they're beckoned second by second [outro] (o o o o oo second by second) (o o o o oo second by second) good things move slow till they know they're beckoned second by second