I saw a modest dream   The kind that can't speak up   And lost before it's let out   In the north we hold our tongues      But down here I believe   When you pull your hair back it's so easy to see   This has not been thought through   There are things that we've done that we cannot undo   There are things I can't hear when we're telling the truth      At a table out in Bethel   When I was thirteen   The criminals were saying   Liked how I was silent      The cold was the container   For the sparseness of our speech   The expression in our hands   Was all that we'd need      But down here I believe   That I made a big deal with a girl that can't bleed   Now I see red and black   And an evening that kills, I want to take it back   It's an evening that kills and I can't take it back      I'm going home back to New Hampshire   I'm so determined, I'm so determined   To lay in lakes and see my sisters   I will hit my brother and hold my mother      This probably won't work out   We might not live forever   While there's nothing to confess   Please pay attention      And I know that it's brief   There's not nearly enough in one night to have seen   What you had in your hand   Was much more than the gold that I let go to grab   So much more than the gold that I let go to grab