Richard Buckner - Mile lyrics

Where the way has clearly won understand whether night made us go or let us come roughly gone a final mile not to say just another calling back, but (nothing sees us as we drive out where we shouldn't've.) tinder torn, spread again, can't compare or tell you who (being here leaves it in: what over-there wouldn't do, sure and set-up, almost kneeling in lost design, always thought-of …) turns up holding and looks behind and sticks around: disappears. Enough is taken and kept alive --- just a let: a place to go to put it off in rendered time What's a followed sight to rumble, left unwound if it stays back?: I'll be broken