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Golden sun on the rise, a new ache, a heavy breath
Since my Great Aunt Lucy lost it in a dream in sleep -- by the morning, death
I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk
Golden song in my ear -- a whisper of tired souls
And mason jar memories and dirty night gowns and faces covered by soil
And I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk
The lonely way lovers talk with shadows the whole block
Just a year ago we were young
Now we're old
Just a year ago we were young
Now we're old
Well, how could we know but be among stories told
When we left our home
We let those lines tell us where to go
Reading maps and poems and open palms and maps and poems and open palms
At Multnomah Falls again with no innocence left
Just the age in the sound and the fear in my mind and the ache in my side
I keep falling behind