this is telling of every life i hope to find gentle hearts on a wild wind were safe inside panelled wood you know we should be all the good we always could be here tucked away from every single shade of gray that we were told to fear around this table what will save us summers gone with this photo on the front lawn smoke and lavender keeping every single sound dream a way to get back but wake not knowing how carrot greens and open screen doors you and me there seems to be more here light a match and watch it burn this day to ash we scatter through the year around this table night will leave us summers gone did someone count the days wrong this is telling of every life i hope to find gentle hearts on a wild wind were safe inside