I remember driving down
the rutted roads late at night
following the summer moon
bright as any pair of headlights
I felt the air on my face
and the night pressed inside my palm
a moment captured in a place
this memory stays strong
oh my darling oh my love
oh my darling oh my
love oh my darling oh my love the things that we are made of
and I remember feeling
I'm alive and in no need of saviors
if the past's another country
I'm at the border with my papers
where's your heart if not inside you
where is home but are you lost
where is love if not beside you
I had no answers
but they let me cross oh my darling oh my love
oh my darling oh my love
oh my
darling oh my love
things that we are made of
like the silence of my shadow
when the twilight world is calling the
loneliness that knows me by the cadence
of my walking and the scar upon my elbow
and the sound of my own breathing my
reflection in the window
and the way I'm always leaving
oh
oh
I remember wishing
for some other life than this one I've claimed
how often I have been
convinced how eagerly I'd make that trade
and then all at once I see your face
in the summer night and the open door
dimmer now but not erased and I know
what these are for
oh my darling oh
my love
oh my darling oh
my love oh my
darling oh my love
oh my darling my love oh my darling oh my love
oh my darling
oh
my love oh my darling oh my love
the things that we are made of