Best Mann - MST Lyrics

If I were to sell you a lie
Then I saw it coming from a mile
'Cross the border; when you're gone
I only pray for snow
Empty as hard as I try
Flip through the photos to remind
Where we could have bent the course
Now nowhere left to go

Six month and still countin' on
The wing of the swallow in the night
Keeps me up until I'm sure
I hear you from across the room
Split 'tween my lover and I
And we've got a funny way of lyin'
'Bout the empty in our home
The quickest way to feel alone

Dipper watch me dig a deeper hole
Dipper don't you see the crater grow