I've found no other way to you in all of my quiet days
I'd fold myself away, but my back won't carry me
I've been building this house since I was a little child
I was building this house when I was a little child
My father would listen to the shipping on Four and tell me what the seas would bring that day
and "fenders spread like wings, we scattered light through half Astoria"*
I miss my God.
The way it wrapped itself around each lie I spoke,
and now I've let my father down.
We built, but we built this fire too high
and now, I'm clean out of mountains to climb
(* - taken from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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