Soon
The near parade will find us
The fall-by-the-way may bind us
Tongue and groove, body and fender
The weight of your world is splendor
The troubled past will leave us
The bird of fear won't need us
The blood of our veins will guide us
A map of the train inside us
The howl of the angels will mark out time
The gift of your heart frees me from mine
The night that we call forever
Burns like a lost love letter