Testo
Loss at my back
To know that I had lack
Now with your pace
At night you beckon by window frame
Frost on the morn
Dig deep, you'll find it's a warmth
Nested in no haste
Took flight and failure to know this place
For here all the making lies
And all is outlined
For thin is a humble kind
Is a sacred sign
Now let it cross your mind
As you catch the light
How every bend and bough
It's all a lucky find
Gonna treat it right
Wanna leave behind