There was something that I was trying to say    When these mountains took my breath away    In this forest we are so alone    But here I feel at home       In this room where our lives were forgotten    We got lost under a mile of cotton    Your nails drew from me a breath so pure    You asked so know. I’m yours       In this dried stream    Where once we tread    It’s surface gleams now in my head       From here the town bellow looks like one of a dream    The edge on which we sit becomes part of this poetry    When I sing I pray that you will echo    To this I swear never to let go   To this I swear never to let go