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Will you just tell him what i cannot say
will you just shine up on the ghost on my way

i dropped a game of throwing knifes alone
there must be marks on every tree
from the past, you are home

only the may-fly used to tell me so now every song has dropped away
just let go

now mid-night sun takes turns with northern lights
and will i ever have to feel
what those blades were about

and in that sound of sighing
that empty how
and all the ever-loving
bends in the line of your tracks

some ends forgotten and other released
what ever happened to the boys
now that sailed for the seas
well you know you're already young
like the grass withered to become
again and free

it's all we'll ever be

i don't remember where i learned to die
but i'm humble for the rocks when i try
and somehow i am lowered onto the waves
and when i'm with you i feel the sun and the salt on my face

and in that sound of sighing
that empty how
and all the ever-loving
bends in the line of your tracks

some ends forgotten
and some others bleed
whatever happened to the boys
now they're sailed for the seas

well you know you're already young
like the grass withered to become
again and free

it's all we'll ever be

tired motion of the rusty bell
just humming...
go to hell

i've been the tower
but now walk alone
there must be marks on every page
from the backs to these songs

and in that sound of sighing
that empty how
and all that's ever-loving
bends in the line of your trail

some ends forgotten
and some others believed

whatever happened to the boys
now it's sailed for the seas

well you know you're already young
like the grass withered to become
again and free