Every I time I see the west
A hole fills up inside my chest
A meadow where I left you there
Has washed away in winter's grave
Every time I see your face
It washes all the skin away
And hold you fast, embody me
You left me with the holes you see

You can stay, you can stay
I wandered off but found the way
And all these cliffs surrounding me
The holes are patched in thanks in part to you

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Writer(s): Jeremy Turner, Sean Carey