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I saw a modest dream |
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The kind that can't speak up |
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And lost before it's let out |
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In the north we hold our tongues |
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But down here I believe |
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When you pull your hair back it's so easy to see |
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This has not been thought through |
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There are things that we've done that we cannot undo |
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There are things I can't hear when we're telling the truth |
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At a table out in Bethel |
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When I was thirteen |
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The criminals were saying |
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Liked how I was silent |
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The cold was the container |
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For the sparseness of our speech |
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The expression in our hands |
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Was all that we'd need |
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But down here I believe |
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That I made a big deal with a girl that can't bleed |
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Now I see red and black |
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and an evening that kills I want to take it back |
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It's an evening that kills and I can't take it back |
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I'm going home, back to new hampshire |
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I'm so determined, I'm so determined |
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To lay in lakes and see my sisters |
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I will hit my brother and hold my mother |
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This probably won't work out |
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we might not live forever |
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While there's nothing to confess |
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Please pay attention |
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And I know that it's brief |
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There's not nearly enough in one night to have seen |
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What you had in your hand |
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Was much more than the gold that I let go to grab |
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So much more than the gold that I let go to grab |
