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Looking at my hands
Creased and cracked and made of sand
Solace washes in
All that was and is
Will fade divide and end

Telephone lines dance
Collecting calls that don’t know where or how to begin
When you look at what’s been sent
You think of words
that should never be said

Now I know what we can do
I can’t find a way to make it up to you
You see me staring at my hands
As though I’ve done something that Would make it hard to exist
We’re going out on the town
Running around and
Trying not to scream and shout and

Ambulate, escalate to the highest line
Is this what it feels like
Falling apart
Ambulate, escalate to the highest line
Is this what it’s been like
Right from the start

When we were young
When we were young
When we were

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from Dogwood Winter (Extended Version), released April 17, 2018

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