Unmade

When we were young

our words were innocent

whiter than snow,

awkward and slow.

now when we speak,

we risk an avalanche.

but that's not enough now

to reroute our plans.

i believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.

we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,

that in our words we've lost so much more

than we've ever won.

the aftermath

is cracked wood where fences stood

and the broken bones of our childhood.

in our trembling fear,

we put words inside God's mouth.

we cover our tracks

and get so proud of ourselves,

we get so proud of ourselves,

we get so proud of ourselves

when we get away.

i believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.

we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,

that in our words we've lost so much more

than we've ever won.

it's in our nature to complicate,

but in the end it's the casualties

that carry all the weight.