I've been trying to let go of some things
won't let go of me
from the dream into an unmade day
pin the leaves up in the tree again

it was easy then
there was time to burn and clear it all out
there was time to lie and let ourselves down
before the darkening hour

but in the darkness i can see myself
in the outline of the shape you left
so how do i stop short of passing everything on
do i forgive something i can't remember all of

i don't go down those tunnels anymore
i don't read notes that show up under the door

it was easy then
there was time to burn and clear it all out
there was time to lie and let ourselves down
before the darkening hour

there was a time when we were leaves on the same tree
among the many leaving trees
i hold my breath in the dream i hope in the days i have left
that this is how we meet again