Music: Jacob Allen/Simon Edward Christensen/William Dalton Van Zandt
Maybe I
Was stumbling blind
Why was I
Holding space all this time?
Such a thirst
But this well has run dry
Such fatigue
Held between our lines
I'll never hold you
All the things I never told you
Poems I never showed you
And now I'll never hold you
Tortured by
The breath you left behind
My favorite dream
That I nest inside
If I had my way
I'd never awake
Such a beautiful lie
In which I shall wait
I'll never hold you
All the things I never told you
Poems I never showed you
And now I'll never hold you
I'll never hold you
All the things I never told you
Poems I never showed you
And now I'll never hold you