Today I'll find you as autumn breaks
When silver light throws shadows on the wall
Beside you where you lay.
Above our voices a silent sleep
And every word falls heavy like a stone
I know grace is hard and our patience slow,
And our hearts grow dark when we lose our hope
I will drive and find you over miles of empty roads
The siren's sounding, the city dark
And every word that rises from the ground
I know grace is hard and our patience slow
And our hearts grow dark when we lose our hope
I will drive and find you over miles of empty roads
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