Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"But every time we have, it's hard to leaveLet's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fogWe're both looking for a light in the window of a houseBeneath our winter branches, underneath our winter cloudsBut it's hard to find.
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talking to fog, iron and wine