FULTON STREET II La Dispute

I had a vision of snow
Fall into footprints
I watched the winter whip
And bury everything

Off in the distance
Your figure drifting in mist
On pilgrimage and all alone

You were like a stone
Thrown in a river
Or in your pocket
I was the water
And I watched you tremble
Down into nothing
Sink like an anchor
You're failing
A phantom
A break in the bone
I will be the one who chases you out in the snow
Go where you tunnel down and the trouble starts
I will follow you out and carry all the pain away

I will be the one who follows you out in the flow
Go if the water swells drags you under
Know I will swallow it whole and carry all the pain away