Thrice - Beyond the Pines

Thrice - Beyond the Pines 

Somewhere down the way, there’s a hidden place that anyone – that all of us – could find.
But all our maps have failed, so venture through the veil and realize these roads are intertwined. Far beyond those walls, gleaming black and white – further than our false schemes of wrong and right – is a field where we can walk, leaving all our names behind. I will meet you there, beyond the pines, templed in twilight or dawn; the light and easy air tracing the lines on our palms. Somewhere down the road is a place that we can go where everyone and everything is
divine. And when we’re all awake, we can finally make an end of these divisions in our minds.
I will meet you there – don’t go to sleep. Our souls and feet both bare – with grass beneath.
The oaths we needn’t swear are vast and deep. Our breath will be our prayer – alone – complete.