lonely tides
Silver birch under a heavy sky
Footsteps quiet
where the mosses lie
Watching the warmth of your breath slip away
Into the grey
Oh,
let the boundary bend
Hold the thread until
the very
end (ahhh)
Frozen loam
beneath a heavy boot
Deep beneath us, the reaching root
We carve a path through the quiet pine
Your hand in mine
Oh,
let the boundary bend
Hold the thread until
the very
end (ahhh)
Even the stone
yields to
the rain
Even the dark
turns light again
Into the grey (mmmmm)