Talking to Fog

This is a surrender to the garden, to the weeds
 All our stalls are turning back to stone
 This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor
 Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones
 Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"
 But every time we have, it's hard to leave
 Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog
 We're both looking for a light in the window of a house
 Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds
 But it's hard to find
 Lovers all surrender, like the garden and weeds
 It's always say when saying what mean
 Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out
 Like our meadow birds giving back their wings
 Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees"
 We know it's harder to get down each time we do
 Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog
 We're both listening for music by a river after dark
 And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart
 But it's hard to find
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 Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast"
 And all our bandages and bruises know it's true
 Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake
 We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in
 To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin
 Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads
 And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left
 Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes
 Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road
 Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along"
 Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on
 But it's hard to find