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I was plucking away at the wooden soundbox by the light of a candle stars were burning above there you appeared through the white roses holding that flask of whiskey we both flinched at such explicit love I was down at the marsh when you finally made it to this town i've been insisting is nice in some way I got your message and it sent me running like a big swamp bird flapping down a take off runway we went into that field all grown over with berries like two ghosts with bikes that crackled as they rolled came out in the morning like two happy fairies we got fat on the fruit and we got sleep on the soil. I'm not sorry that you now know I wane, I wax, and eclipse I'm not sorry that I don't always glow bright and brilliant I'm not sorry for anything. To live is to feel sorrow. I'm not sorry I can't have you. To love is but to borrow. some stranger's hammock some stranger's backyard suspended there slightly swinging the sun and the trees they were ours we were them they were us and we all were lyrics worth singing some stranger's building it sure seemed like ours when we slept in way later than we probably should've some stranger's front porch orating our mind-scapes in mine you're a steep slope and climb you I could've but in some ways we're tired too soon for our years somehow grown over and rusty are our hearts gears all that laughter we coughed up was oil that oozed spilled an ease onto us that I always knew we'd lose I'm not sorry that you now know I wane, I wax, and eclipse I'm not sorry that I don't always glow bright and brilliant I'm not sorry for anything. To live is to feel sorrow. I'm not sorry I can't have you. To love is but to borrow. Aus Songtexte Mania