My Father's ghost behind us, and my Brother's further south. We took the early evening bus back to my mother's house. Honey, you can take my bed, I'll stay here on the couch. These winter leaves will blanket all our doubts.

I know your heart is heavy with the weight of all of this. Take a hit here from my flask, baby we'll drown out every bit. It used to be so easy, oh we know this much is true. Not this fucking mess we're in, what could I do?

The glimmering neon lights on glistening streets, the gathering dark. The slowing, stuttered stillness of my ever-drifting heart. Oh darling if you'd only say, I promise that I'd stop. You're burning down each bridge, each bridge I wish to cross. If we try, try, try, your bruised and blackened eyes will come alive and light again.

So you push and you shove and it all goes unseen. You're fighting off a landslide, slowly rushing to the sea. You're tied to a brick, with cement stuck in your shoes. My floundered fishing boat has sank but I'm reaching for the shore anew.

If you'd only give me time, maybe ease my spinning head. Cause there's things we're trying to deal with probably better left unsaid. Come sit here by me baby, let the smoke clear all around. On the trail we left behind us, burying secrets in the ground.

They're singing 'Love is the soil, unsettled by these stories as you leave. Its the nagging sense of infancy, pulling at your sleeve. It's the ghostly voice blowing through the window, breathless in the blue. Oh love is the only certainty and it's here in front of you.'