Из альбома: Where the Messengers Meet
Oh there is dissonance between us,
Right away I feel it when we touch.
Once you said a cunning thing to me,
Don't expect your memories to stay true.
Oh you were disheveled in the mornin',
Evening lights led you by the wrist.
But there is a magic still between us,
I leave it in the cadence of our step.
Building in your suitcase,
Is the evidence of an escape.
You're going away.
You're going away.
But since then in your ribcage,
Is a shadow of all your mistakes.
You're going away
You're going away.
You know I had another dream in winter.
I saw us in the orchard once again.
You know I'm not a Judaist or a savior.
I just feel you in the bottom of my soul.
Building in your suitcase,
Is the evidence of an escape.
You're going away.
You're going away.
It sits there in your ribcage,
It's a shadow of all your mistakes.
You're going away.
You're going away.