Lost in fields and found in forests

We were young, two-tongued and lawless and we’d set the noise free from its box Trying like boys

And yet I’d still try

to be wild and willing to hide behind dry eyes

Given the chance

Lift my life, this heavy elevator This night might be falling soon A man, a throne in a room

A tomb, or a lover and soon

There were times I loved you, Wallace

You were kind, and cruel, and honest

I thought that I would know what you’d want And boy how I cried

And yet I’d still lie

into the white of your eye and sigh

Given the chance

Lift my life, this heavy elevator This night might be falling soon A man, a throne in a room

A tomb, or a lover and soon