Love, I know, it's been a long, long year
What we lived in the flicker of the light
I hung those feathers like hair upon your shoulder
Best not untethered our bodies to the ground
Like a flightless bird on a wide-winged hope
Cradled by the dawn
The afterglow, a mothers' love
A deer trail in the snow
I keep the static playing on the radio
You move through the room
With a misty halo
Like a flightless bird on a wide-winged hope
Cradled by the dawn
The afterglow, a mothers' love
A deer trail in the snow
And we unfold to the edge of it
A crimson sky hangs low
A rush of blood, a blow
A deer trail in the snow
Like a flightless bird on a wide-winged hope
Cradled by the dawn
The afterglow, a mothers' love
A deer trail in the snow
And we unfold to the edge of it
A crimson sky hangs low
A rush of blood, a blow
A deer trail in the snow
Love, I know, it's been a long, long year
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