Are you in or are you out
The words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby don't you cry [bad [bad word] down
Strikes me in the eye

Turning seasons within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white

To [bad word] this
I [bad word] one with
The quiet cold of late November
If you don't see
I'll remain unseen
Until there's time to be remembered

So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye

So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
& now that you're here
It [bad word] so clear
I have waited for you always