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{intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar} {warm analog vinyl crackle} {gentle cello swell} (hm-mmmmm)
(ahhh) We carved our names in the ancient wood
Quiet promises we understood
Now the winter wind begins to blow
Cold reflections in the stream below
Oh,
carry me back to the golden light
Where we held the stars against the night (hold them tight) Do
not let the cold wind blow
{soaring vocal harmony} {rich string section swell} Footsteps faded on the gravel
track
Two young dreamers looking back
We found a language in the quiet spaces
Etched forever on our weary faces
Even if the pathways bend
We will walk until the end (ooh-ooh)
{electric guitar volume swells} {tempo stays
locked and steady}
Carry me back... (back home) {acoustic
guitar fades
out} {single cello note decays}