Now the sun is going down, like it always seems to
on our sandcastle desire. And after all we’ve been through
I will go.

As our twilight paints you grey this old heart is beating
in the same old figure-eight we can’t help repeating.
I will go.

And when I go will you leave me something
sitting at the side of the road,
something beautiful so I can remember
something honest so that I will know.

Yeah, I knew it all along, how we’d end in stasis.
Strung like wire between the poles, so afraid to face it.
I will go.

And you deny that you’ve been taut, but I see the straining
at the traces, and the calm that you’re always feigning.
I will go.

And when I go will you leave me something
sitting at the side of the road,
something beautiful so I can remember
something honest so that I will know.

Why don’t I ever feel like I can tell you anything?
Are we so weak that simple honesty will cut the strings?

You can follow in my steps. Tell me where I’m headed.
But if you ever find me there, you’re the one who said it.
I will go.

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