The sea
The quiet of December
To the deep I turn
From the wreck I bless
This mess
From what I can remember
Your ghost I burn
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin
Lay me down this sound
Unbound
The birds of spring returning
Your ghost I burn
Shall I sleep to keep
This peace
The winter from her leaving
To the bow I run
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin
Shove me out to see The sea The quiet of December To the deep I turn From the wreck I bless This mess From what I can remember Your ghost I burn Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin Lay me down this sound Unbound The birds of spring returning Your ghost I burn Shall I sleep to keep This peace The winter from her leaving To the bow I run Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/w/william_fitzsimmons/the_winter_from_her_leaving.html