Picture a man, seen like a speck out from the shore
Swimming out beyond the breakers, like he's done his life before
He feels the coming of a squall, will drag him out a greater length
But knows his strength, he tries to gather it
And he swims on, turning back to shore again
Above the outer atmosphere of a world he's never seen
And looking down to his new home, he feels the rising of a wave
And knows at once, he will not weather it
Like that man
I looked down into the depths when I met you
I couldn't measure it
Anytime I've struggled on
I can't support it on my own
Every time I burn through the world I see
That the world, it burns through me
But when I
I
I
I let go of my struggling for my star-willing soul
Every time I flow through the world I see
That the world, it blows through me
That the world, it blows through me
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Picture a grave
Picture six feet freshly dug
The sharp temporary walls
At the long-term cliff edge of the world
Light and air find some new deepness there
And usher down the sky where one stands by
Try to make sense of it
Try to measure loss
Measure the silence of a house
The unheard footsteps at the doorway
The unemployment of the mouth
The waking up having forgotten
And remembering again the full extent
Of what forever is
With each grave
I think of loss and I can only think of you
And I couldn't measure it
Any time I struggle alone
Against the core
Dead on my own
Every time I run through the world I see
That the world, it burns for me
But when I let go
I struggle for my winning soul
Every time I go through the world I see
That the world, it blows for me
That the world, it blows for me