We paddled down
wrapped up in the sound
of the frost and fall,
passed the empty town
Under a changing sky,
like the weathered song denied,
dissolving what you could be.
The fields dusted by snow
pass by us as we pull to shore,
and I let you win.
Like all our needs,
the clouds fell down on me.
Still you're standing in the dark
beneath the stars we see.
"It always takes too long
to recognize whats gone,
and its empty here,
and we're born to die."
Under the changing sky
like the heated sound of lies
disolving, who you might be.
Shores dusted grey by snow
you said the time had come to go
and I let you win.
