Из альбома: Whenever, If Ever
Before I die, take me to the place where we wrote our names wrong,
but they shared a space
Branches and leaves gathered between where you are right now and where I wanna
be Between earth and sky, we’ll build a fire so high they’ll turn all the lights
out
And all will sing: «I am alive, I deserve to be»
Not getting quiet, swallowing age
But bless those sharp tears
But rage and burn, and turn all those lights out before it gets warm
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Always compressing days
Spending long out of time with no one else sorry for the outage
Haven’t you ever been set out and miscounted, frail and fully compromised?
Sharing a meal at a table your friends built
We reach for the salt with our arms wet