the kind that canāt speak up
and lost before itās let out
in the north we hold our tongues
but down here I believe
when you pull your hair back itās so easy to see
this has not been thought through
there are things that weāve done that we cannot undo
there are things I canāt hear when weāre 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 weād need
but down here I believe
that I made a big deal with a girl that canāt bleed
now I see red and black
and evening that kills I want to take it back
an evening that kills and I canāt take it back
iām going home back to new hampshire
iām so determined
to lay in lakes and see my sisters
I will hit my brother and hold my mother
this probably wonāt work out
we might not live forever
while thereās nothing to confess
please pay attention
and I know that itās brief
thereās 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