I think of us lately all dressed to the nines
I think of us lying in silk and in white
I think of us breathing, breathing in time
We are the beaters that drum in the night
And the silence comes
And you can't help but sigh
We exhale when the battle is won
You exhale and the thread is undone
You're the forest each side of the road
You're the swimmer with pockets of stones
Oh, to me you are the kite string and the anchor rope
I think of us leaving to some warmer climes
Walking out into the cold, empty tide
I think of us dancing, oh dancing all night
And walking home later and later at night
You're falling to sleep for the very last time
It's so nice to see the look in your eyes
And the people they beg to see you again
So put on your shoes and take off from your mind
And the silence comes
And you can't help but sigh
We exhale when the battle is won
You exhale and the thread is undone
You're the forest each side of the road
You're the swimmer with pockets of stones
Oh, to me you are the kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope