Brief are the bridges
Fording our between
We tip-toe in and out of realising
Like the trolls beneath
Have ears for hearts
And fear never really carries you outside the door
Tall are the mountains
I've seen your good side
Where the rain keeps you evergreen
But what lies beneath
Have you heard?
I'm not myself anymore
Long are the hours
Between each setting sun
To pay the paper payment brings
Someday the bank will let me go
I'll find you just behind your eyes
Like old times
And I'll tell you things I didn't know
Different like it was before
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