The car crunches gravel. And the wind licks at you. This dark spell you're under. Has you dumbstruck by the gate. . And it hurts every muscle. Just to walk back to the house.
I've run to ground. I've run from everyone that I have ever known. I'm aching cold. I'm aching from the bones the very blood of me. . And it's broke before you know it.
There's the river, there's your house and there's the church. And there's us years ago. Deep in your garden where the nettle met the rose. Is where we'd hide ourselves.