the whole county's burning lamps while approaching the lake. and carrying in my arms my beloved. and she's covered in a clothe barely bit by the breeze, and i'm holding back the tears. i dig, i'm kicking up the dirt. i'll follow you down. follow you where you go. i'm stretching out my money with a two dollar bill, while he sits me in a chair and says i'm owing him still. theres nothing for me here, nothing for me to hold. i'm just turning over years. if i pull you from the ground to the air and dress you in wires, i could prop you up and dance like we used too, when we were young. im waiting in the silence at the foot of your house and pulling at the stones where you're hiding. i'm wishing for the ground to swallow me whole and deliver me home.