Tracy Nitschke - Safehouse Lyrics

Feet on the slats
Sound of the creek and smell of the grass
Completely alone
Focused on stillness and hope
Here in a safehouse of my own
Here in a safehouse of my own

There's a view
The treasure is more than the woods and the stone
I am away
Away from the judgement and the hate
Here in the stillness I am safe
Here in the stillness I am safe

All it took was a storm
To wash it away
To rip down the boards
That were carefully laid
To sweep it away
Till nothing remained
Except for the memories
And the peace that it gave

All it took was a storm
To wash it away
To rip down the boards
That were carefully laid
To sweep it away
Till nothing remained
Except for memories
And the peace that it gave
And the peace that it gave

Feet on the slats
Sounds of the creek and smell of the grass
Focus on quiet and peace
Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me
Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me
My place to be me