You’re not done
You just broke a bone
Oh dove
You’re not the one that’s gone
To be ours
Like the trees on our shores
All tweezed
The cliffs eat away at our knees
On my knees
I’ll be the one to tell your story, don’t say you’re sorry, you rest and heal
You used to be my spear without fear, you had the will
I want to give you time, give you mine, until you heal
You used to speed your way through the fields, but now you’re still
Soon we’ll roam
There’ll be shade once more
We’ll stray
Oblivious of boats sailing home
Sailing home
