She feels she needs to leave

When the fields are all covered in frost

And the dreams begin to breathe

Opening the partly open locks

While the others start to disagree

On returning to rough and moving grounds

And if I should come to be relieved

Would it be without you?

She feels she needs to leave

To avoid a messy aftermath

Alone between lines of anguished needs

Rearranged to allow a newborn path

While the others start to disagree

On returning to rough and moving grounds

And if I should come to be relieved

Would it be without you?