In the woods light shy away
Grow in a moss green living loss
Inside the way grief play
Turns out it's much easier to speak to ghosts of the dead than the living
It comes from carrying belief for all these days
Belief that the living are the ones that are listening
It breaks your heart in a new way every day
And though I may understand slow are steps that press course in the sand
The heart's a box not a landscape
And I know this now
It's why we plead our whole lives for the key
And when the trees bend to shape the sea
They hold on to you and me
In what do we trust
If we're the ones that made it
If those who loved us most never return
In who do we trust
If we're the ones that make it
If those who love us most never return
There is a sound caught between us, one that lived in the ocean too
There is a way to attune to blue if only we need it not say anything
It leads us into togetherness
It tells us and keeps on telling it
There is a sound caught between us, one that lived in the ocean too