Texty: New Pornographers. Challengers. Adventures in Solitude.

Balancing on one wounded wing
Circling the edge of the never ending
The best of the vanished marvels
Have gathered inside your door

More than begin but less than forget
But spirits born from the not happened yet
Gathering there to pay off a debt
Brought back from the wars

We thought, we lost you
We thought, we lost you
We thought, we lost you
Welcome back

Sleeping for years, pick through what is left
Through the pieces that fell and rose from the depth
From the rainwater well deep as a secret nobody knows

Less than forget but more than begun
These adventures in solitude never done
To the names of our wounds
We send the same blood back from the wars

We thought, we lost you
We thought, we lost you
We thought, we lost you
It will all come back

I know you want to run far away
From one more and that it's comin' at a bad time
Some cold place heartless ways for all we know

I know you need to breathe through
Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time
Tangled day for all we know

I know you want to run far away from one more
And that's comin' at a bad time
Some cold race heartless ways for all we know

I know you want to breathe through
Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time
Old scarred face survivor's guilt, for all we know