All I want is brick house with a porch that wraps around
All I want is land enough for my children to run
In the highest pitch of grace, the end of trial and gratitude
It was for you that all others I did forsake
For you all others I would forsake

How could it have been so often that we did speak
Of purpose and of having

Dreamt his body with his back to the lake, certain depths I cannot place
Walk and talk fine through all of the days, still I miss the words you’d say
Past the point now of trusting it to change
I’ve just learned to live around it

Still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly sleep at all
So from where does energy come

Meet me by the fire door, of happiness I don’t ask more
She is who I cut root vegetables beside, with you still in my mind
It is with them that we spend our nights, laughter that tides through the rest
But I liked it best when the morning had not left
And wake was not yet in your eyes

High, high, high, low, low, low
I would have seen you through both

Sunshine marmalade