You and me, we are a tragedy
I feel it every way
Seeking out a mystery
We bear another day
Feel it slipping through my hands
Every little grain of sand
An illusion
An admission
To formulate a plan
And I’ll meet you at the dawn horizon
And if you don’t come I’ll leave the light on
Was it something we withstood?
Our responsibility
But I miss the autumn nights of East Fork
Stared into the trees
And I’ll meet you at the dawn horizon
And if you don’t come I’ll leave the light on