all i want is brick house with a porch that wraps around
all i want is land enough for my children to run
in the highest pitch of grace
the end of trial and gratitude
it was for you that all others i did forsake
for you all others i would forsake
how could it have been so often that we did speak of purpose and of having
dreamt his body with his back to the lake
certain depths i cannot place
walk and talk fine through all of the days
still i miss the words you'd say
past the point now of trusting it to change
i've just learned to live around it
i will sleep too long or i will hardly sleep at all
so from where does energy come
of happiness i don't ask more
she is who i cut root vegetables beside
with you still in my mind
it is with them that we spend our nights
laughter that tides through the rest
but i liked it best when the morning had not left
and wake was not yet in your eyes
i would have seen you through both