Of what we cannot speak we do not speak
Of all the wounds that are too deep
We bury them beneath our love
Between the promises we keep
We don’t do possibilities
We do what works for us
We have no other remedies
They got lost with what we lost

And I will not complain
We’ve made it through, we’re on our feet again
And in the wee hours of a looming day
Please tell me that’s ok

The wind picks up a plastic bag
Blows it up against the fence
It lingers there and then falls back again
Someone kicks it as they pass
Was I guilty was I innocent
Was I a witness or a thief
Did I steel your dirty memories
Did I cleanse them with my grief

Burn all the bridges behind us
Tear all flesh from the bone
I’ll be brave like a newborn
I have nothing to atone for