The footprints over the snow
The fabric of all the lonely
C-Covering only
The fables and hands
The rest is out in the cold
Holding the last of the season
F-f-f-freezin' yeah

My, my, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my love like a voice

We're walkin' into the fields
We're walkin' into the forest
The moon is before us
Up above
We're holdin' hands in the rain
S-sayin' words like I love you
D-d-do you love me? Yeah

My, my, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my love like a voice

Mother Mary heard us approaching her door
Although we didn't make a sound

There's nothing like finding gold
Within the rocks hard and cold
I'm so surprised to find more
Always surprised to find more

I won't look back anymore
I left the people that do
It's not the chase that I love
It's me following you

My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my heart like a kick drum
My, my love like a voice

My, my heart like a kick drum

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Robert Crawford, Scott Avett, Timothy Avett