took the ride up    to the well for the town    i had to see the view of the green       lighting the fire    to the words in the way    i could hear you breathe    i could see you see       we want to make up a list of sound    the repetition    we will not turn down       we put our backs down    to the tall grass turned gray    it helpe to breathe    it helped to see       we want to make up a list of sound    the repetition    we will not turn down       from the gas station we stole    the idea there's nothing to know    but it's the open tract of land    it's the hardest part for you to understand       i could run home in the night    without signs or streets or light    to the door where you stood still    i could see the spaces in the woods we filled       below us was time    and it won't go away    i want to see and i want to breathe