To rest, to rest hands crossed and be the dust, be your dust.
Under your arm I’ll be safe and warm in the storm
Of our bed or the calm of the soil.
Let the wind wear this black hill, sweep the rock and carry us away,
All for which we’ve laboured adorns a table so bare and so beautiful ‘cause it’s ours.
Leave this life for the living and this love for the resting.
When the fuel of our love has worn itself down
And we’re struggling to keep this house a home
I hope we can trust in each other to carry this on.
I know that I promised you a lot and I failed you just as often,
Thank heavens both you and god have a soft spot for a trier.
Leave this life for the living and this love for the resting
I hope that you know that I will always love you
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