I waited for you on a hill
I tried to be the ground breaking
I tried to be the wind billowing
I tried to be so loud you had to hear me
Then you took my hand in yours
With the other, carved the words
We were known by, in the wood
Promises shown
I was buried in doubt by your eyes
I tried the pedestal, so high
I tried to be the stars giving light
I tried to be so out of reach you'd need me
And I've never stood so still
And you've ruined all my will to leave
Now I'm rooted like a tree
One that's crippled by disease
And all of the lines we were carving, in good faith, would fade
And your name and mine would mean nothing as time rearranged us
Near me and falling and coming alive, now you're leaving
I cannot lie, to me, you were what I was believing
credits
from Grow Old EP,
released May 14, 2013
Katie Buckley: vocals, guitars, wurlitzer
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