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
Still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly sleep at all So from where does energy come
Meet me by the fire door 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
High high high low low low I would have seen you through both