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title: "Crawl"

meaning: "FEiN Little Homes closer: place found through harder work than we'll know: forgive me for the way I crawl; light God bows to every night, you and I and God alike dream of better bigger things."

year: 2016
release: "Little Homes"
releaseType: "album"

artist: "FEiN"
artistId: "#fein"

coWriters: ["Brandon Michael Woodward"]
credits: "Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded by FEiN at Tiny Giant; engineered at LMU; mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato at Woodcliff (Discogs). Brian Robert Jones, bass (album). Brandon Woodward, guitar."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/2xWtW9VwcaoHkS7FnIJfaQ"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/crawl/1111956961?i=1111957080"

themes: ["FEiN", "Little Homes", "faith", "metaphysics", "2016"]

isrc: QZ2QB1600015
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  There is a place
  That I have heard someone once found through
  Harder work
  Than you or I
  Will ever know so by that line I
  Waste my precious little time
  So if I cannot reach it,
  Forgive me for the way I crawl, oh.
  And if I cannot see it,
  Maybe I'm better off, oh.
  There is a light
  That God himself must bow his head to
  Every single night,
  As we sleep
  You and I and God alike
  We dream of better bigger things

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Track sixteen on [*Little Homes*](/albums/little-homes-fein/) (**May 31, 2016**), the album closer after [*All Her Books*](/songs/all-her-books/). Walton/Woodward co-write. BMI's metaphysics thread, and the one place the record drops the satire and ends on aspiration.

There is *a place that I have heard someone once found through harder work than you or I will ever know*, and the narrator concedes he may not get there. That concession becomes the refrain, forgiveness without arrival: *so if I cannot reach it, forgive me for the way I crawl.* After fifteen tracks of little homes, bodies, and bystanders, crawling is offered as honest motion rather than failure. The last verse lifts the whole thing level: *there is a light that God himself must bow his head to every single night, as we sleep, you and I and God alike, we dream of better bigger things.* Even the divine sleeps and dreams here, and the final phrase is *better bigger things*, scale escaped instead of a little home defended.

The song stops there, no return to the crawl. It bookends [*Outro*](/songs/outro/) and follows [*Blanket*](/songs/blanket/). Track eight [*Intro*](/songs/little-homes-intro/) is instrumental on the album page.

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