| she feels she needs to leave | |
| when the fields are all covered in frost | |
| and the dreams begin to breathe | |
| opening the partly open locks | |
| while the others start to disagree | |
| on returning to rough and moving grounds | |
| and if I should come to be relieved | |
| would it be without you | |
| she feels she needs to leave | |
| to avoid a messy aftermath | |
| alone between lines of anguished needs | |
| rearranged to allow a newborn path | |
| while the others start to disagree | |
| on returning to rough and moving grounds | |
| and if I should come to be relieved | |
| would it be without you |