took the ride up to the well for the town i had to see the view of the green lighting the fire to the words in the way i could hear you breathe i could see you see we want to make up a list of sound the repetition we will not turn down we put our backs down to the tall grass turned gray it helpe to breathe it helped to see we want to make up a list of sound the repetition we will not turn down from the gas station we stole the idea there's nothing to know but it's the open tract of land it's the hardest part for you to understand i could run home in the night without signs or streets or light to the door where you stood still i could see the spaces in the woods we filled below us was time and it won't go away i want to see and i want to breathe