Unmade

When we were young
 Our words were innocent
 Whiter than snow
 Awkward and slow
 Now when we speak
 We risk an avalanche
 But that's not enough now
 To reroute our plans
 I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong
 We'll realize when it's said and done, said and done
 That in our words we've lost so much more
 Than we've ever won
 The aftermath
 Is cracked wood where fences stood
 And the broken bones
 Of our childhood
 In our trembling fear
 We put words inside God's mouth
 We cover our tracks
 And get so proud of ourselves
 We get so proud of ourselves
 We get so proud of ourselves
 When we get away
 I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong
 We'll realize when it's said and done, said and done
 That in our words we've lost so much more
 Than we've ever won
 It's in our nature to complicate
 But in the end, it's the casualties that carry all
 The weight