I cross the line
And see a face that can’t be mine
Through a long long night
To find a place where we all thrive
Where every frail thing can survive
Where we can live this dream of life

In a dim blue light
She saw his eyes give up the fight
A hand finds mine
Traces answers on my spine
From malignant to benign
In the midnight smell of pine

Walk, walk, further than you’ll ever know
Walk, walk, into the snow

A great divide
I didn’t know her good friend died
Drawn in black-light chalk
Her ankles tied in flower stalks
We need a place where we can talk
Just need a place where we can talk

Into our handkerchiefs
Into both our handkerchiefs
Into our handkerchiefs
Into both our handkerchiefs
Walk, walk into the snow