deep into the forest we get lost
whistle to the birds as they call
go on trips, move with the water as it shifts
we move to the sea as it drifts
how long will it drip
i'll follow you to the end of the world
and you know its true
because ive got you
to my faded truck
a shot of country to find our luck
and you sit inside and scream and shout
like a dagger in the heart
we rip it out
in the cold night we drive along the suns fireside
and through the night, the lights, we listen to each others pain
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