(S.Miller/E.Burton - PRS/MCPS)
Nothing to lose as we set out to sea
Dancing on uncertain ground
Fast pace, high hopes, slow conversation
No thought to the fall line above
Your words made their way down from the north
In a book wrapped in promise and string
Like-hearted souls, awkward beginnings
Drifting in waters unknown
Too many miles to cross this time
The harder we row the further the strandline
Too many miles to cross this time
The harder we row the further the strandline
Drawn to our own edges, ripped at the seams
Unravelling thoughts linger here
So sure of your roots as I aimlessly scatter
Treading salt water between
You wandered too far where I couldn't follow
Tied to a sinking stone
For one last time I’ll hold you as mine
Sorries carry us into the night
Sorries carry us into the night
We’ll meet here each year in the same passing places
Running in rivers below
Bright comes October, we journey to winter
With solitary steps in the snow
Solitary steps in the snow