I think they knew of a deeper love, born of fire and grief and knowing.
I think they knew of a deeper love, born of fire and grief and knowing.
There’s a light that spreads on the evening river; the light of amber and made for memory.
I want to go, but I don’t go.
I want to go, but I don’t go.
There’s a window in my head,
there’s a door into the air …