At twenty-four. They met on the Kitsilano shore. With every turn of his hand she moves. And the river shines. . Then warning came. Bend your knees, boy, and go astray.
Down on the isles, we only took what was easy. Couldn't carry the weight of the world on our backs. As the cold fell around, your hands, the heat that I needed.
Always been one to please. A sliver in the pile. Some take more than they bring. Like sinkholes in Centralia. But know your hand can't be held. If you keep it in a fist.
"This night is cold" he said. As he turned from the dark. And moved towards the amber light that glowed ahead. "I'll come along" she spoke. Her eyes remaining on the snow that collected softly in her palm.
So I'm often told the dusk, it clears the way somehow. Light between the leaves is casting this town green. . I'm on the fence. I'm on the fence, looking for some hope for us.