Forgetting every sin you’ve spent,
everything that I’ve got left
falls into a grave at my feet.
A little bit of common sense
goes a long way, I must admit,
everything’s true about me, but defeat.
Climb that old tree,
see how close to the sky
we can get.
I would die defending you
with every little thing
that I’ve got left.
Shatter my expectations,
post all my motivations,
this is the last incarnation
of either of us;
after this we’re dust.
Our currency
will have to be
trust.
Exactly
everything
we’ve lost.
HG – 2021
