i'm obsessed with light lately
it's not that much of a surprise
i was in love with you, wasn't i?

the tips of my fingers bleed
sore feet crack beneath me
there is no one holding on

iron trees
everything you love so dearly
the tips of my fingers bleed out

i am hurting
and there is no one holding on

come quickly
come softly
please be gentle with me
this will be my first snowfall
away from home
so Winter
please be gentle with me

she's singing along
like it's her religion
starts saying your name like it's a prayer
and you're her savior
she's dancing
like she's confessing sins
falling to her knees
whispering
*baby, i need saving

the leaves fall
and the trees groan
with the wind
and God is in each of us

we breathe
and bees circle; crowning our heads
the let us be -
they can feel us breathe
(they know we are just learning)

we fly
over the sound of our mother's cries
we soar
over the quiet echo of our father's worries
(we are above)
and God is in each of us

we breathe
and we are not afraid
no,
we are not afraid

i let my hair down
and my tired with it
if you listen you can hear
(the rest of the world is letting go too)

green lights in rear view mirrors
almost signs flashing
behind her eyes