Echo

I don't know a worse place
the miry ground ,it was once all a marsh
I should feel remorseful, but I don't
The laces have been so loose
in my far-from-here existence, weary feet
not made for mud

I don't know a better place
bikes grazing by the river bank, it was once all swamps
the hole in my front teeth, I think that I should go
oh don't let me hear the cicades in the grass
nor the oak tree moving its arms
I was always here just to hold your hands

I will find another way to belong
where the moss can grow
in the holes between
it has always been too humid in this lowland
for me to let go

Now that I am ripe, I think that I should go
I have tended my life to this departure
the moment has come
for me to know
my eyes were never brighter
my joy was never fuller
oh my dear, oh my dear
am I finally it

I think that I should go, no need to call me
our time zones are too far apart
I think that I should go,
I'll regret it years ago
I think that I should go
Walking has always helped with my head pain