Foregone The Decemberists

Dear, arise and say it's a honey
All this light that daybreak brings
And the ancient bends that brung me
To the bed where your sleepy sings

And we had agreed on Henry
Long before a flutter felt
And so it will be 'til memory
Makes a shadow of ourselves

And the reach and the wrecks and the wrongs
All would lead to believe that it's not
But it's foregone
It's foregone

Can it be that this is given
This awaking from a long dark night
Of a soul so on and wizened
Sleep away to set to rights

And the reach and the wrecks and the wrongs
All would lead to believe that it's not
But it's foregone
It's foregone
It's foregone
It's foregone