Blistered hands still hold the twine
But time ain't like a fishing line
You can't reel when you feel it pull
Echoes of a black nightmare
The screaming bobcat and the bear
But we sleep in sheep's shorn wool
Barely holding down the tent
I hold my sole and sweetest friend
I might die beside my love
When the sun returned to us
Love and light and life at once
I'd rise beside my love
I'd cut the brush and walk the wild
But time isn't measured in miles
No street, no two feet will ever be enough
And when our separate lives divide
No more the moment and the mile
We'll be friends again like love
Blistered hands still hold the twine
But time ain't like a fishing line
You can't just reel when you feel it pul

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