When I was a mountain, the dust settled down

Nothing much could bring me, stumbling to the ground

The reason for the mountain, it isn’t mine to know

When days feel like lifetimes and eyes never close

The night we spent sleeping in the yard,

Counting the moths and lightning bugs

If this is our last we gave it all,

here in the space in the rise and fall

When I was a valley of Queen Anne's Lace

the arms of the cicada were my embrace

Hidden in the valley, where even it gets lost

Are many miles where you and I should never cross

The night we spent sleeping in the yard,

Counting the moths and lightning bugs

If this is our last we gave it all,

here in the space in the rise and fall

rise and fall

If this is the last, and you were the last, and this is our last night in the world